Camilla rolled her eyes. Of course his father was pressuring him. He was the only heir he had now. She shifted in her seat and winced a little at the pain in her shoulder, wishing she had more medication in her purse. He'd thought of her when he thought about exciting times? It made her smile. "Naturally," she confirmed. "So you tracked me all the way here." That said volumes, things she wasn't fully ready to acknowledge.
They pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant soon enough and she shifted completely to look at him. "Well, I suppose that your father is just going to have to deal with the fact that you're here." She smirked, knowing it would drive the man completely insane that his son was avoiding his responsibility to the family business. She was grateful she was a girl and allowed to do anything she wanted so long as it showed off the family name in a good light. It was why she didn't have complete meltdowns. She was just a bitch to people who deserved it. Castel, no matter how much she thought he was a complete bastard, especially when he smirked at her, didn't deserve it. He deserved so much more than a broken girl.