Another Lifetime (Camren) | Vyntage

Chapter 25

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B E T R O T H A L

(n.) the act of promising to marry someone

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Blaring sirens of police cars and ambulance quickly approaching was the welcome back gift Camila and Lara received when they got back from London. The slow motion of things happening around them tirade pictures of swift movements and silenced actions. Camila was as disoriented as everybody there. They were after life and death, and they are hovering almost towering on someone Camila holds dear in her heart.

Lara.

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Lauren Jauregui / Lara

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Today's the day. I am going to ask the woman I love the most to marry me.

God I am freaking out internally right now.

I woke up extra early and made no noise in getting up and getting ready for today. Good thing Camila's still deeply slumbered under the quilt from last night's Oscar Wilde's Theater date and drinks we had.

Part of the plan.

After an hour of showering and getting dressed, the room service I called for the night before came on time for the special breakfast I ordered. I had set up by the terrace; I have all her favorite breakfast foods.

After setting everything up, I took the bouquet of pink-red colored Holland tulips and stood in front of our bedroom's sliding door just waiting for her to wake up.

After a few minutes I saw her move slowly, I smiled at her instinct of reaching out to my side of the bed as she stretched. I know she felt the coldness beside her so she jolted sitting up, I waited for her to roam her eyes towards my direction.

And I can't help but smile to the expression on her face as she laid eyes on me. Her eyes were wide because of surprised and delight. She slowly stood up and walked towards me, still on her light pink silk VS night gown.

"Good morning beautiful." I greeted offering her the flowers.

"Wow love they're beautiful! How did you-- where did you get them?"

"You're still more beautiful." I said giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you." She said tilting her face up meeting my lips with her own.

"You are welcome as always. Are you hungry? I think I might have ordered something, I don't know if you'd like them..." I said leading her out to the terrace.

Her eyes even lit up more as she marveled at the lovely set up of our breakfast, there's a variety of croissant, bacon, sausages, fruits and marmalade on the table.

"Are you really trying to get me fat?" She teased as I motioned to pull her chair for her.

"Oh? No! And if I am we'd get fat together then." I said laughing.

We then indulged in our full breakfast. Camila didn't failed me and she really finished her meal, I heard no protest every time I put a portion of food on her plate.