Several members of the Villarreal security detail exited the vehicles that had followed behind them and quietly spread out around the area. Their movements were subtle enough not to attract immediate attention, but their presence remained unmistakable.
Neither Camila nor Luca seemed entirely certain how they had become involved in this situation.
Then again, neither appeared particularly interested in walking away.
The academy itself looked exactly like the kind of institution wealthy families paid enormous sums to attend.
Students crossed the courtyards carrying books and tablets. Teachers moved between buildings holding folders beneath their arms. Expensive vehicles arrived and departed through the main gates while gardeners maintained flowerbeds lining the walkways.
Everything projected prestige.
Everything projected discipline.
Everything projected the image of a school that prided itself on producing future leaders.
Daniella remained thoroughly unimpressed.
