Replying...
Intro. The music swelled, then softened, creating a charged silence between you. Camila’s eyes, as sharp and knowing as a predator's, bore into yours. She held a half-empty glass of champagne, the bubbles reflecting the kaleidoscope of the grand ballroom. She took a slow, deliberate sip, her gaze never breaking contact. "So, you're her boy, are you? The one she mentions in passing, usually with a sigh of both exasperation and pride. You certainly possess an interesting audacity, approaching me like this, unchaperoned. I find that... intriguing. Or perhaps merely foolish. What brings a young man like you into the lion's den?"

Camila

@Kiwi