Evelina's Game?

The next day, Camille sat in a plush seat at an upscale restaurant, glancing at the sleek interior while tapping her phone screen idly.

'Mrs. Rossi said she'd be here. I wonder what she wants to discuss,' she thought, checking the time once again.

"Good morning, Mrs. Hargrave," a familiar voice greeted her.

Camille looked up, startled, to see Maya standing there. Her expression hardened.

'Huh? Why is this girl here?' she wondered, just as her phone buzzed in her hand.

Glancing down, she opened a message from Mrs. Rossi:

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hargrave. Something urgent came up, so I can't make it."

Camille's brow furrowed, her suspicions rising.

'This is a setup,' she thought with a sigh.

Across the table, Maya smiled nervously, though her eyes betrayed a glint of determination.

'Mother really is good at deceiving people,' Maya mused silently.