She considered herself low-key.

After all, those rich girls' bling could blind you.

Camila guessed that those pink diamonds and yellow diamonds cost a pretty penny, much more precious than hers.

“Size isn't always the measure of worth. You seem green," the beauty remarked.

Despite Camila's sharp attire, she felt that she was out of place.

Handing over a card, the beauty said, “Are you interested? Come on in."

Camila eyed the plain white card, sporting a number and an address.

It was a swanky club, strictly for high-society women.

With the card in hand, Camila had to play along. “I don't have a card."

The woman grinned. "Got it."

She clocked Camila as an outsider.

Expressing hope for Camila to join, the woman sauntered off to mingle with the elite.

Camila raised a brow.

Join what?

She brushed it off, scanning for Isaac.

He was deep in conversation nearby, and it did not look like it was going to break away anytime soon.

Finding a seat seemed like a good idea.

But just then, someone sidled up to her.

Camila glanced at the person before her.

"Hey there, Mrs. Johnston, Mr. Johnston wants you in the lounge," he said.