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“Madam, we offer a unique service of embroidering initials on the back of lies for our esteemed customers. Would you like to add this personal touch?” the sales associate naked.
Camila thought for a moment. “Please embroider C.P, thank you”
“Of course,” the sales associate responded. “Please leave your address, and we will send it to you once it’s ready.”
Afterward, Camila picked out two scarves. “Erica, this one’s for you. It’s $200 more expensive than the boss, Camila said with a smile.
“As always, you spoil me the most” Erica responded affectionately.
“And this one’s for my mom, Camila told the cashier as she had the items wrapped.
The total came to $11,200.
“You’re spending all your lottery winnings, and then some,” Erica teased.
Camila just laughed. “It was unexpected money anyway.”
Leaving the luxury store, Camila headed to the supermarket downstairs to buy some ingredients for making cookies.
Her new place had a large oven, and after researching cookie recipes last night, which seemed simple enough, she decided to give it a
try.
When she got home, Camila followed the recipe and baked deliciously aromatic cookies. Surprisingly, although she lacked cooking skills, she was quite adept at baking. She packaged the cookies nicely, planning to bring them to work tomorrow for her colleagues to
try.
On Monday moming, Camila opened her balcony curtains, stretched leisurely against the backdrop of a blue sky and white clouds, and then went about her moming routine. It was only a ten-minute walk from her place to Cedarhill Estate, a relief not having to worry about traffic jams anymore.
At 7:45 AM, Camila walked through the quiet, affluent neighborhood streets, surrounded by the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Early risers walked their dogs along the lush, tree- lined avenues a stark contrast to the bustling urban apartments she lived in, with its narrow alleys, persistent hawkers, and the constant haggling of customers. Workers hurried to their jobs, and their faces were etched with exhaustion and anxiety.
It was truly like two different worlds.
“Good morning, David!” Camila greeted as she changed her shoes in the foyer, looking up to see David with a smile plastered across his face.
“Morning, Camila!” he replied cheerfully.
After making coffee for Mr. Connor, Camila pulled out a bag of cookies from her bag for David. “I baked some cookies. Give them a try.” David opened the package and took a bite, praising them repeatedly.
The two sat down at the dining table to chat.
“Mr. Connor has been a bit down these past few days, and his morning moodiness is getting worse. When you go to wake him up later..” Before David could finish, the bedroom door opened.
“Good morning, Mr. Connor!” Camila greeted energetically as she stood up.
Connor grunted nonchalantly, walked over to the dining table, and lazily sat down, picking up the coffee and sipping it slowly.
David looked puzzled. Mr. Connor’s moodiness had vanished? He had actually come out for breakfast on his own!
Camila, on the other hand, was busy preparing the breakfast. “Mr. Connor, please have your breakfast.”
Connor sat up straight, took the fork, and leisurely started eating his omelet. Camila began her breakfast sitting across from him. David, who had served the Passos family for over thirty years, felt for the first time that perhaps he was a bit redundant in that moment.
Connor glanced at the cookies on the table, which didn’t quite fit with the breakfast, and frowned slightly. Had David made a mistake by placing his least favorite food on the table?
Sensing his glance, David discreetly took the cookies back to the kitchen. Unaware of David’s actions, Camila continued her breakfast without any realization that anything was amiss.