What?
She wasn't blaming her?
The young waitress froze in disbelief, her eyes widening before she quickly nodded, her lashes damp with unshed tears.
"Thank you... thank you so much."
Antonio's gaze lingered on Camilla, unsurprised.
He had always known—this was just like her, endlessly kind. Camilla offered the flustered girl a gentle smile.
"Go on with your work."
The waitress murmured another round of grateful thanks before hurrying away.
Casually dabbing at the coffee stains on her clothes, Camilla finally turned back to Antonio.
"Sorry, Senior Mega," she said with an apologetic laugh.
"I think I'll have to cut this short and change it first."
She met his eyes warmly.
"Next time, dinner is on me—I promise."
After all the help he'd given her during university, treating him to a meal was the least she could do.
We'll bring Fanny along when the time comes.
