Camila looked stunning, earning the artist's satisfaction.

It was already half past nine.

Camila needed to slip into her dress and jewelry.

It was just ten o'clock when she finished her overall look.

“Perfect,” declared the makeup artist.

Camila nodded in contentment. It was exactly what she had in mind.

She smoothed her dress and headed out.

Willie trailed behind her.

Outside, a sleek Bentley awaited by the side door.

Compared to the Rolls-Royce's imposing presence, the Bentley exuded a refined, gentlemanly vibe-classy yet understated!

Willie opened the car door.

Camila gracefully settled in.

Her dress featured a subtle slit on the left side, adding allure without being overly revealing.

As she sat, the slit hinted at her thigh.

Isaac glanced her way.

Camila attempted to shield her thigh. “This feels odd."

Isaac fetched a Light blanket, draping it over her.

Leaning in, he felt that she grasped his hand.

“Feeling nervous?" he inquired, looking up.

Camila nodded silently.