Amaya's POV
Amaya's POV
Thereupon meeting Camilla, all suspicion I've had about Arieya's daughter was confirmed.
I don't understand how easily Sheryl, Trisha and Enrique convinced us she didn't exist but I also understand the reason for their actions. I won't lie, I expected her to look like my sister, even just a little bit but nope, she's a Burton through and through in appearance.
However, it was equally clear she was Arieya's spitting image, despite not looking much like her mother, she definitely has the same habits as her.
My sister Sheryl rules well but, I have a feeling this girl might be her new weakness. Since six days ago, when we first met her, all Sheryl had been going on and on about is Camilla. Camilla did this, did that, it's like she's a new parent, praising everything her toddler does.
I understand the excitement of having Arieya's daughter around but she's over doing it, she calls the girl about three times everyday, when she doesn't pick her call, Sheryl is ready to jump on a plane to Silverline.
Sheryl sits across me, doodling on her notepad while I double check the guest list for the upcoming event, my daughter's eighteenth birthday. My finger stops scrolling when I see Camilla's email address, my gaze shifting from the laptop to Sheryl. “Umm, you're planning on inviting her here?”
Sheryl nods, “Any problem with calling our niece over?”
No. None, I would love to have Camilla over despite her not talking to me well from our first encounter.
“Sheryl,” I call out, grabbing her attention. “Don't overwhelm her, you know our kids are worse than we are, they'll make her feel awkward and I don't think she should be under stress.”
“Don't worry about it, Camilla can finally hold her own.” she argued, a confident smile on her lips and something rare tinkering in her eyes, pride. She's proud of the girl, more so than she will admit.
“But you know, I don't know why I wasn't specific with Adrian.”
I roll my eyes, reclining in my seat. “What does Alpha Adrian have to do with this, and you know you can't say more than you should there's consequences, severe consequences.” I argue.
Sheryl shrugs, the end of her pen sticking into her mouth, it's one of her habits that just doesn't fit her, especially when she's dressed in a crown but she does it anyway, claiming it helps her think.
“I know,” she sighs. “but if I advised him precisely then he could have been alright right now, I hear he isn't well, Ryan did give him an anticipated beating.” she flinches.
I know she's been to see him already, she's had flowers sent to the hospital room he has been confined to as of yesterday. I arch my eyebrow at Sheryl, “You have a soft spot for the boy, I hope–”
Sheryl's entire body shivers, her tongue slightly hanging out. “Eww, that is nauseating Amaya.”
A snorted laugh escapes me, my head falling back in defeat. Many men around his age have made advances towards my sister, none occasionally succeeding but I always thought perhaps he was the exception. The boy has no type, is very flattering and will fuck a grown woman, twice into unconsciousness, so why would I be shocked if Sheryl fell for him?
“He is our niece's preferred mate, that's why I have always been attached to the boy.” she says, her head shaking at me.
“But this time, I didn't look out for him because he broke her heart, she's like this now thanks to him. Camilla wouldn't have looked anyone in that room dead in the eye and spoken her mind, she would have died a thousand deaths before making a comment that could possibly cause hurt or uproar.”
“Oh,” I nod. “Then it's good he broke her heart, the Hearst malice in her is unleashed, I think I would hate to have met her or known her like that.”
“Oh please, you loved that little girl in her glittery face paint phase.” she laughs.
Glitter face paint, little girl?
My mouth opens, trying to counter but I can't, I'm trying to recall what she's talking about, considering that was my first time meeting her. And then, it finally clicks, a clear image of a tiny child, beautiful eyes glimmering with purple and a hair falling down to her butt, even at such a young age. “Wait, I thought it was his youngest child, even though he claimed it was his youngest daughter!” I gasp, leaning forward to peer at my sister closely.
“Come on, there is no denying Camilla is his daughter, his brother and Areiya simply made her for him and Reina.”
I nod, she is right, Enrique and Reina adore the girl, she's their daughter as much as she was Arieya and Ezekiel's, if not more so.
“One more thing, can you bake some more biscuits?”
I snicker, “We have people for that Sheryl, and this is a new set of nails I'm not ruining them for anything.” I tell her, showing her my new set of nails, my husband's name spelled across them, a letter on each nail.
“Come on Amaya,” Sheryl protests, a pout on her face. “It's for Camilla, I'm afraid she won't eat anything if you don't have your biscuits present.”
“She seems to have great taste in baking goods but odd preferences,” I frown. My mind goes back to the last time I saw her, on video call with Sheryl, eating a viper shaped chocolate. She's like that one kid you leave unsupervised for one night, and all they want to eat is the junk you told them they're not allowed to have. I'm tempted to send her chef a diet plan, hell I've already made her one, it's simply a matter of delivering it.
“Amaya,” Sheryl groans, her hand slamming on my desk, my laptop inch closer to the edge as I grab it, a gasp escaping me.
“Excuse you!” I yell, my heart pounding from the way she startled me.
“I was saying, I want to meet her and you know mother has high expectations.”
“She will love meeting Camilla, she's nice.” I retorted.
“You are forgetting Mom and Arieya weren't exactly best friends,” she drags out.
“I know, but she'll adore her just as much as our nephew.”
Sheryl circles my desk, with my gaze following her every movement. “Hades is coming to this party right?”
I nod, my attention focusing back on my laptop. Swiftly scanning through the list of invited guests, ensuring it's just Victoria's friends, family, and of course the few people who piss her off because I like a little drama. Hades, Arieya's oldest son, has been away on an unplanned vacation for nearly three months. I had joked that he'd probably be on a gateway with girlfriend but his girlfriend is in the city, a friend of one of my kids.
Hades has always been an intricate child, Arieya and her other mate had him very young. Hades is a pure blood Royal, Arieya's other mate was King of a nearby realm that Hades has been crowned to since early last year after his grandfather officially gave him the reins, as his oldest grandson.
I don't feel ashamed to admit that Hades is my favorite nephew, and overall among my kids. Everyone of my siblings is attached to Hades, and I hope Camilla doesn't feel less a part of the family because of how detached Hades is or how everyone else interacts minus her.
“Sheryl,” I called out. My gaze looking up from the laptop, “nevermind.”
“No, no. Did you see something you're not telling me?”
“There are rules, some visions I can't tell you and you know the goddesses only show me what they want me to see.” I argue, regretting the mere thought of telling her what vision I had about Camilla.
“Okay but what did you see, without going into details of course.” she asks, twirling her crown in her hand. I don't know when she took it off but she's toying with her status in her hand, I feel like she doesn't care much for her role but her actions always prove otherwise.
“She's cold blooded,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she swallows. “So then the future is dark.”
“It appeared so gruesome and depressing but whatever the case is, she is but a victim of circumstances. We've all done bad things, and she's a child, with the right guidance she'll do good.”
“Like Hades is a child?”
I gulp, shaking my head. Hades isn't a child at anything he does, the boy has been running since before he could walk. I admit, the two are alike but Camilla doesn’t hold a candle to him, Hades scares me, Camilla doesn’t.
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