Camilla walked toward them slowly, heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, the sound cutting through the ambient hush of the luxury complex. Her smile was flawless, wide, practiced, and just warm enough to pass as friendly.
Just warm enough.
Two girls flanked her, both impeccably dressed, their expressions mirroring Camilla's faintly amused curiosity.
Raya recognized the type instantly.
Followers.
Observers.
Girls who laughed when Camilla laughed and sharpened their smiles when she sharpened her claws.
One of them was tall and willowy, her honey-blonde hair styled into loose waves, eyes sharp and assessing. The other was shorter, dressed in a cream-colored outfit that screamed quiet wealth, her lips already curved in a knowing smirk.
Camilla stopped directly in front of Raya.
"Ohhh, Sera," she drawled, eyes sweeping over Raya from head to toe with deliberate slowness. "It's been a while."
Her gaze lingered a second longer than necessary.
