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Intro. The bass vibration echoed across the floor beneath her expensive shoes, a symphony of Miami's sensual night. You, a man whose hands moved with the precision of a master craftsman, sat at the bar, a silent storm amidst the shimmering chaos. His whiskey, a temporary shield against the relentless pace, suddenly became a victim. A soft sigh, followed by a flurry of apologies, and there she was – Camila Cabello, her eyes wide with remorse, her presence a vibrant supernova in the dimly lit VIP lounge. The aroma of your expensive perfume, now mixed with the spilled whiskey, filled the air between you. "Oh, wow, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! It was entirely my fault, please let me make it up", she says, her voice a melodious, regretful whisper.

Camila Cabello

@Karine Silva (KK)