With the area buzzing with guests, Tessa didn’t want to stir up more drama. She stepped forward, softened her tone, and said a few nice things to Lance, hoping he’d let things go.
Even with the olive branch, Lance barely budged. When he finally agreed to stay, he laid out his terms loud and clear. “I’ll stay, but you all need to treat Camilla with respect. If anyone keeps giving her those judgmental looks, then honestly, we have no reason to be here at all.”
He didn’t care about keeping the peace with his own parents and chose to stand up for Camilla, right there for everyone to see. It was obvious to anyone in the room how much she meant to him.
A flicker of frustration crossed Tessa’s face. She held back any complaints though, quietly taking Sarah’s arm and heading off to greet more guests.
Oscar only shot Lance a quick look, then followed after Tessa and Sarah. The three of them together looked exactly like a picture-perfect family—which just made Lance feel even more out of place.
As the crowd started to thin, the sound of people whispering drifted over. Camilla caught a snippet—a guest saying that Sarah seemed more like the real Charles family daughter.
She glanced at Lance, feeling a tug of sympathy she hadn’t expected. Even though she barely knew him, it was suddenly clear his parents had never really cared.
Lance caught her looking. He let out a quiet little laugh. “What’s with that face, Camilla? Are you feeling sorry for me?”
“Is this how it’s always been for you?” Camilla asked softly. “Even when you were a kid?”
Looking at him right now brought back memories of Jasper. Barnard used to do the same thing—always coddling Daisy, ignoring Jasper like he didn’t even exist. If she hadn’t figured out what was really going on and left Barnard, Jasper would have lived his whole life in the shadows.
She remembered Jasper clinging to her sleeve, looking up at her with those sad eyes. Now Camilla understood why Lance had that wild, untouchable edge. The arrogance was a shield, a way to hide how lonely things really were for him.
Lance shrugged. “Pretty much. Sarah was always sick and fragile and everyone worried over her. It was nothing, really. Just a bunch of small, stupid things. Don’t overthink it, Camilla. Here, try this little cake. It’s actually really good. Forget about all the other stuff.”
But Camilla didn’t take the cake. She reached out for Lance instead, pulling him into a hug. “Lance, it’s not pity. My heart just aches for you. Jasper used to be the same way…”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Lance cut her off, suddenly flustered. “I’m going to be your husband one day. Don’t you dare compare me to Jasper.”
Camilla couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. She mumbled under her breath, “What are you even saying? I can tell you two apart, obviously. I just think—”
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