Camila’s POV
After the press conference, life seemed a little better, and my son didn't have to hear anyone call him a bastard anymore, so that made me ease into the preparation of opening my place.
I sat in my room as usual, working on my computer when I got a call, my phone ringing from somewhere in the room. Looking around me on the bed, I saw it tucked underneath a file I had just dropped a while ago, and I grabbed it and saw that it was Dylan calling.
With a smile, I picked up the call. “Hey, Dylan.” I greeted her, and I heard her laugh about something before talking to me.
“Hey, Cam.” she replied cheerfully, her voice filled with excitement.
“How’s everything going, girl?” she asked me and I chuckled at the way she had asked. I knew she was just being cheerful, so it was funn
