CHAPTER 61 I Love You

　　Camila's heels clicked on the cobblestone path leading to the wrought-iron bench where Blake sat, waiting. She approached him with a grace that belied the turmoil churning within.

　　"Blake," she greeted with a nod, her voice even, betraying none of the surprise at his sudden invitation.

　　"Camila," he stood up swiftly, the tailored lines of his suit hugging his athletic frame. His piercing green eyes locked onto her dark ones, an intensity in his gaze that she wasn't accustomed to. "You look... breathtaking."

　　"Thank you," she said, folding her arms beneath her chest. "You mentioned it was important?"

　　"Indeed, it is," he stepped closer, his blond hair catching the sunlight as he reached out to brush a stray lock from her face. Camila instinctively took a step back, her brow arching in silent question.