Chapter 21. The Post

Camila’s phone buzzed lightly against the polished surface of her mahogany coffee table, a gentle interruption to the quiet hush of her sleek, minimally decorated living room. The soft glow of the screen reflected on the pale walls, casting a subtle light across her tall, slender frame. She reached over with an elegant, deliberate hand, picking up the device with casual grace. Her thumb swiped across the glass with practised ease, unlocking the message that awaited her attention.

“Hey, Camila,” Travis’s text bubble appeared on the screen. “Have you heard about Blake’s debacle? What’s your take on it?”

She let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the kind that barely disturbed the air in the room. Blake Ward, ever the socialite prone to making headlines for frivolous or scandalous reasons, rarely warranted more than a passing thought from her. Yet Travis, the consummate mediator and observe