Nope. Camila never gave up. It’s one of the traits that Celestina admired so much as they were growing up. She was up there as someone who she considered as a ‘role model’, especially when she went up against her parents. That kind of fire, Cel never forgot as a child and instead, used that to fuel her own. It’s why they were so similar. However, they were flawed in their own way, especially when it came to taking a rational approach. Camila already knew that with the space she had given Celestina.
The dancer eyed the donuts and still shook her head. “It’s not a cheat day.” she deadpanned as if she was watching her weight. She didn’t need to, but she was using every excuse in the book not to make truce yet. “Well I can still do it…” Was that true? Not quite. It was difficult, especially after knowing that Marcus was trying to be involved with Sage. Was there a point to still being man when efforts are now being made? On top of that, just seeing her niece and remaining neutral was a task that she found troubling since she didn’t want to alarm the young girl that something was wrong.
“I already told you—you’re forgiven.” She picked up her blunt and played with her lighter as she contemplated. “I don’t want your apology. I don’t want anything to do with you and your choices. Clearly it’s not my business. So just drop it. It’s fine. Just don’t tell me shit period.” Meeting her gaze she then flashed a smile, in hopes that it would reassure her before lighting the blunt and taking a deep exhale. “It’s in the past, I just don’t care anymore. Congrats by the way, now you probably can milk child support off of him. Oh and maybe you could have your ‘normal’ life with the whole white picket fence shit. It’ll be good for Sage. The kids won’t be as nosey wondering why she has no dad.”
Her little sister had always had bite, much like her. Cel’s words elicited something of a snicker from within, lowkey amusement knowing just how alike they were. “Who knew forgiveness could be so icy?!” Another bite, another attempt at acting nonchalant about the whole ordeal. She hadn’t missed Cel’s fleeting smile though, and that gave her enough comfort to know that things were on their way to being amended. If not today, then one day. “Ouch... is that all you got? I’m pretty sure I deserve a lot worse than that, hermana. I was a shitty sister. You can do better than that. But to answer those thoughts, hell yeah, honey, I’m all about those dollar signs and white picket fences.. Fucking bring it.” And with that she polished off said donut, not a regret in the world. “—You know.. I spent a long time terrified that she would be taken away from me.” The raw, open honest truth. She couldn’t give much more than that. “That fear still hasn’t left me, to be honest. I also spent a long time hating that it was Marcus, given how much I publicly loathed him. But here we are. I’d call it the fuck up of the century, but that kid is the best thing I ever did.”
