"Don't worry. It's my treat." Daniel glanced at Camila, "Order anything you want."

"It's fine, really," Camila smiled. "Daniel, you might be curious as to why I can't even bear to buy a cup of coffee...

"In reality, this is my life at home. I appear glorious on the outside as a Quimby heiress, but only I know the

suffering behind everything. My parents neglect me while my siblings do their best to boycott me.

"I have a driver when I go out, I have food when I go home, but none of those belong to me. My jobs were the only

things that belonged to me all these years."

She looked sad, and it was the first time she had said so much to him.

"Daniel, I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I used your name to work for Ms. Lily. She's your ex-wife, so I."

"It's alright. It's just a job," he said flatly. "It's good that Lily could help you."

"So you don't mind it?"

"Why would I?"

"Don't worry, Daniel." She bit her lip. "I'll do my best. I won't embarrass you."

about that. Camila was thorough

were not an adoptive child,

about it and decided I

"What is it?"

saying, "I ran into Owen the other day. You remember

not say it, yet she

buy something for my

run into him on the street

"He asked for money?"

looked at him. "He said he lost in gambling and

eyes dimmed. "Why did he ask for money

he saw that it was a Quimby car." She shrugged. "The Quimby cars' number plates

his sister is with

Daniel said nothing.

a terrible person, so I pretended not to

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