* 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

so day 1 of this whole changed man thing. not sure i'm killing it but guess this kind of approach compared to last trip is a start. you get in alright? hoping the jetlag isn't too much of a bitch or else i'll be doing a good ol' irish exit during this welcome dinner. @camismorrns

day three and you're still not killing it, but you also haven't gotten on my nerves yet, so that definitely speaks for that whole changed man slogan of yours. what have you gotten up to so far ? aside from contemplating doing an irish exit, which by the way, i have no clue what that means. or were you able to fight that jetlag of yours ?

oh my god, you’re so dramatic — feeding each other to the sharks? please, i’d at least let you finish your drink first. but really, thank you for saying that. i know how easy it is to get caught up in the moment, especially with how insane things have been lately. i’m not holding it against you, promise. i’ve missed our ridiculous friendship too much to let it go over one bad day. so yes, i’ll gladly accept your peace offering and be your snorkeling partner — as long as you don’t try to out-swim me again. deal? how are you? how’s charles?

you sound like you're surprised, even though you should know by now that dramatic is my middle name. camila rebeca morrone ? never heard of her. camila dramatic morrone ? yeah, i know her. always sticking her nose into someone else's business. you're one to talk about dramatic though, letting me finish my drink before feeding me to the sharks ? how generous. think they like me better under the influence ? it was just a little something i shouldn't have taken out on you. thank you for not holding it against me and i promise to not out-swim you during our snorkeling adventures. even with sharks involved., i'll just accept my fate. don't forget to mention the great sacrifices i made for you when it comes down to it. but deal. i'm good, gotta get this night shoot done; but a whole week of relaxing in bora bora is exactly the kind of motivation i need. how about you ? did you wrap in italy and already had the chance to go back home ? charles ? he's good. exciting race weekend ahead of him before he can catch that flight to bora bora. how's lando ?

the pasta part sounds like the most torturous thing in the world. once filming wraps, i hope you hit the nearest restaurant and get to eat all the pasta your heart desires. babe, you know i'd never say no to a trip to prague. how about i come out next week and bother you? we can catch the flight to bora bora together too. i came to regret it later, of course, once everyone started posting all their hot cruise photos. can't believe i missed out on a boat full of hotties. you being the number one, of course. promise i won't let you wander anymore cruise ships in search of me ever again. oh yeah? lots of distractions on board then?

oh, you can count on it. i'm planning a week of italy afterwards, eating all the pasta and tiramisu before heading home for the holidays. my personal trainer is gonna curse the shit out of me, but it's gonna be worth it. can't wait to see your gorgeous face, let me know when you land, so we can fight your jetlag together by me making sure you have the best 'welcome to prague' experience before we catch that flight to bora bora this weekend. a boat full of hotties you've missed is possibly turning into an island full of hotties soon, so ― anyone specific we gotta keep our eyes on ? or do we just flirt our way around the island ? and by we, i mean you doing the work and me being an innocent bystander, since that whole being a girlfriend thing kind of has me only wanting to flirt with one man.

spicy. exactly the term. but enough with my fictional spicy characters. you are nosy as fuck, indeed, and you'll keep on wondering about my fantasies, cause I don't care about learning yours at the moment. maybe next time, after my fair share of caipirinhas, we might revisit this subject. the sarcasm was right there, you just had to read it, I'm not looking forward to the psychoanalyze, for this specific thing, is so not needed. deal, I won't bite any bit off, he will be coming back to you in one piece, we'll see about the traumatized... but if driving for ferrari hasn't traumatized the man yet, I'm sure he'll be fine. I won't give him a hard time, I promise. I'm going as fan, is not like I'll be showing off my knowledge, so don't even start with that. I'll happily go into full detail about F1 any day, babes, I'm not sure you're ready for that, but you sure can count on me for that. True, your parents would lose it, but who said your parents had to find out? Obviously you would hide it, he would make a whole show of purposing, and you would go for the official big wedding afterwards, aboard, probably Portugal, a beautiful vineyard, I can already see it. You will be, they are tasteful when airing loved ones in F1, I have to give them that. Praise will get you everywhere, but that's enough. We'll see how that goes, I won't hold it against you if you end up all cuddle up with your boyfriend, and forget all about me.

wait, you're cutting the conversation short after you just dropped the word 'spicy' ? so unfair. i'm very disappointed. and personally offended by the fact you'd only possibly show some interest in my fantasies after five caipirinhas. remind me why we are friends again ? i was kind of busy taking notes and had no time detecting your sarcasm, my apologies. do you think i would make a great therapist ? i mean, i've got the nosy and analyzing bits down. okay, i can live with that. don't mention ferrari though. that man has a dream and you mocking that will make it hard for all of us to sit at the same dining table. threaten him with cutting off is balls instead. will definitely leave him less traumatized. you're going as a fan ? mhm, whatever you say. pretty sure i'm gonna have to pull you out of the garages by the end, still in the middle of trying to get your point across to the engineer on what they could do to improve the car. might not be ready, but definitely would appreciate you getting full on into f1 and teaching me a thing or two. yeah, right. as if i could ever keep a secret from my parents. seems like you've got this all planned out. remind me to hire you as my wedding planner in two or three years if the time should come. minus the eloping part. well, praise will get you as the mysterious girl on the grid and that counts for something. so, that's what you think of me ? first of all, i call that bullshit. second of all, you're just scared of my wingwoman magic. and third of all, my boyfriend and i are perfectly capable of spending time apart and nurturing our friendships outside of our little love bubble. sorry babe, can't talk your way out of this, it's gonna happen.

we are going to have a bidding war on our hands and rightly so. i can't wait to see how offers us the most. i literally cannot wait to make this happen. best believe i am coming to find you on this trip to make it happen. i know, it's crazy. i always get flack online for my accent but it was a bit of a mix growing up in my house so it's crazy. i think i am? i guess i really haven't been in a situation that serious so who knows. i tend to think when it comes to projects i've seen scared to do, but my heart pulls on them, it has worked out.

a bidding war and offers from all the big companies left and right ? let's dream for a moment ― what are we gonna do with all this money ? aside from opening our very own abba karaoke bar, of course. i can't wait to reunite with you in bora bora. think "our last summer" should be our farewell song this time. because with work, thanksgiving and christmas around the corner, it's gonna be hard to find the time for monthly karaoke sessions. wait, really ? people should just shut the fuck up and appreciate that you carry all three cultures in your heart and in the way you speak. you're telling me you've never had a situation that serious in your private life where you weighed heart over head and it worked out ? or do you just not wanna share that with me ? but seeing it working out for you in the professional department does sound amazing.

charles stayed where he was for a beat, the faintest laugh rumbling in his chest as he watched her bolt across the grass — the red of her dress a streak of color against the fading gold of the sky. she looked weightless like that, barefoot and laughing, a blur of mischief and light. he shook his head with a helpless grin, brushing a hand through his hair as he rose to his feet. “unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, though there was nothing but fondness in his tone. “you steal my cupcake, ruin my dignity, and somehow i’m still smiling.” he followed after her at a deliberately unhurried pace, the grass soft beneath his steps, the breeze carrying the sound of her laughter. every time he caught a glimpse of movement behind the ferrari, she ducked out of sight again. he could’ve let her win — he should have let her win — but there was something too tempting about the chase. “official complaints don’t count, hmm?” he called out, voice raised just enough to carry across the garden. “that’s convenient, coming from the thief.” he slipped quietly around the opposite side of the car, crouching low for a second before popping up from behind the driver’s side with a triumphant grin. “gotcha.” his hands found her waist before she could dart away, and he lifted her effortlessly off the ground for a brief moment, her laugh breaking through the night like music. “you’re impossible,” he said between laughs, spinning her once before setting her gently back down, keeping his arms loosely around her as if to stop her from making another escape. “but,” he added, his tone softening as he brushed a stray bit of frosting from her lip with his thumb, “i guess i don’t really mind chasing you if it means moments like this.” the playful glint in his eyes lingered as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, the world shrinking down to nothing but the two of them and the sound of their mingled laughter. “so, be honest,” he murmured. “was the cupcake worth risking getting caught by a formula 1 driver?”

the rush of adrenaline flowing through her veins made it impossible for her to stay still behind the ferrari, her head lurking around the corner every two seconds, unable to stop her soft laughter from emerging at each of his words, even when the sound of his voice sounded alarmingly close. she was having way too much fun with this. until charles' hands suddenly found her waist, a gentle squeal escaping her lips at the sudden contact as he lifted her up with that triumphant grin on his face, and even though she had lost, the growing grin on her features was quickly starting to match with his as he spun her around. "let's be real," camila breathed out once he set her down, trying to catch some air in between all the laughing, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck, "you love chasing me. remember that one time you said you'd be fine with me spilling my hot coffee all over you on purpose if it meant you would get to see me ?" she teased with a wiggle of her brows their foreheads resting against each other. a reminder of how far they had come since then and a memory which she'd never expected to be able to laugh over. until now. every obstacle they had overcome lead them right here, to this moment. "oh, that cupcake was so worth risking getting caught by a hot formula 1 driver," she nodded to emphasize her words, a satisfied grin creeping up on her features. her lips wandered to his cheek, trailing soft kisses along the side of his face until her left hand, holding the cupcake, was close enough for her to be taking another bite behind his back. "what are you gonna do about it ? punish me ?" she pulled back, leaning against the car. her eyes innocently shooting up at him with the leftovers of the sweet treat in her hand, licking some of the frosting off her lips. "ban me from the paddock for life ? have me washing your race car in a bikini ? or even worse ― expecting me to learn french with all of its complicated grammar ?" she chuckled. "i left you some since you're the birthday boy," she offered the small remains of the cupcake, "totally not a bribe to get off easily."

this is such a sweet compliment thank you so much! I hope it’s a lot of people’s comfort show because we love doing it. I assume the trailer was everything you wanted to see ? with the summer book I loved being a part of that movie being a producer. it took two years from when we first filmed it so I love the love for it. well I split my time between europe and los angeles since I have a home in both. it can be hard with my almost one year old but I make it work

just the truth, babe. how could it not be anyone's favorite comfort show ? watching emily dive into problems and facing issues left and right while looking all fabulous, meanwhile we're all cozied up on a couch, face masks on and snacks and wine settled near us ? definitely makes us forget about our own real problems for a minute watching her solving her own. that trailer was almost everything i wanted to see. crossing my fingers for gabriel and a grand gesture in rome. that's been a long time coming then. was it your first time stepping into the role of producer ? makes sense though, dividing your time between both places. how's your little munchkin ? i saw your halloween costumes for her on the 'gram and i'm living for it.

you know what-- you might be right on that. someone paying for his meal was probably the last good thing that happened to him and karma has been being served ever since. you are divinely protected. the good karma just exudes from you, i can already tell. and hilarious to boot! hahaha, i will absolutely not get you into trouble this time, though i can't promise that will always be the case. if you're going to bora bora, i'm down to create a little bit of chaos. cupid has shot me, personally, with an arrow and i've been with this handsome man during his press run this past entire month. things were fun and haven't been made official yet, but, i'm sure you'll bump into us together at universal studios next friday. are you dressing up in a scary costume or will you be there for the rides and entertainment?

that's the spirit. and we love karma being served. now, we've already wasted too much time talking about someone who doesn't even deserve the attention. let's move on to me being divinely protected, because hell yes, and you getting me into trouble or us causing chaos in bora bora, because i love the sound of it. you're gonna get me drunk and have me spill all my secrets, won't you ? sadly can't make it to the horror nights, since i'm stuck filming in europe. are you two doing matching costumes ? because i might cry at the thought of it. who is this man ? is it who i think it is and my delusions finally became true ? i need to know more. either way, i love this for you and cupid finally shooting its arrow at you, you deserve it.

charles watched her dash off toward the car, that familiar flutter of amusement tugging at his chest again — the way she could turn even a short run across the grass into something that looked cinematic. he leaned back on his hands, grinning as she reappeared with the small cupcake, its single flickering candle reflecting in her eyes. “you thought of everything,” he said softly, his tone equal parts wonder and affection. the scene almost felt unreal — the soft crackle of the candle, the faint hum of the lake at their backs, her kneeling in front of him in that red dress with a smile that made every bit of the day fade into nothing. he glanced down at the cupcake, then back at her. “twenty-eight, hm?” he repeated, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “that sounds so… grown-up.” a quiet chuckle slipped out, the corners of his mouth lifting. “but i suppose if i have to turn twenty-eight, i’m glad it’s with you lighting the candle.” charles hesitated just a moment before leaning closer, eyes flicking between the small flame and her face. “you know, i’ve been lucky enough to get quite a few birthday wishes over the years,” he said, voice dipping lower. “but this one — this one might be the only one that feels like it actually matters.” he closed his eyes then, the faintest smile playing on his lips as he made his wish in silence. whatever he asked for, it wasn’t grand — nothing material, nothing that could be bought. it was the kind of wish that came from the quiet place behind his ribs, the one that had been echoing ever since she’d shown up at that villa. when he finally opened his eyes again, he blew out the candle, the tiny wisp of smoke curling into the air. “i’m not telling you what i wished for,” he teased, tapping her knee lightly, “but you might have a pretty good guess.” then, without waiting for her to respond, he reached forward and gently swiped a bit of frosting onto her nose, grinning at the mock offense that instantly crossed her face. “what?” he said innocently. “tradition. can’t have a birthday without it.” leaning in, his voice softened, just enough for only her to hear. “thank you, babe. for tonight. for… everything.” he brushed his thumb against the bit of frosting he’d left behind, the simple touch grounding him in the moment before adding, with that trademark grin, “though, if that cupcake disappears before i get a bite, i’m filing an official complaint.”

camila watched him close his eyes to make his wish, a hint of awe reflecting in her own before charles blew out the candle. "for once, i can live with not knowing everything," she managed to speak before frosting landed on the tip of her nose, a pure mock disbelief plastered onto her features as she crunched her nose, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "tradition," she repeated his word with a nod, a growing smile tugging at her lips. it was just a word. but a word with deeper meaning behind it. it was just a cupcake and she was the only one around. but he still persisted on keeping the tradition alive, making her a part of it. "my birthday tradition might top yours though," she teased before her gaze met his. the sound of the crickets and the water softy lapping against the shore in the background went quiet for a moment with his words circling around in the close space between them, the striking green of his eyes radiating a sense of calmness she didn't know she needed until he came along. "i had the most fun planning it, so my pleasure," she let out, a mix of 'happy you liked it' and 'no big deal' hidden behind a shy smile. "and no matter what, you can count on me always being here and supporting you," she added softly as he brushed the frosting off of her, her voice laced with sincerity now, gentle fingers finding the back of his neck to pull him a little closer. "because seeing you happy makes me happy." camila let her hand run through his hair, the curves of her soft smile slowly turning into mischief. "you're right though, twenty-eight does sound all grown up," she agreed to his previous comment, loosening her grip on him before her finger dipped into the frosting to swipe it onto his nose as well, unable to hide the satisfied grin. "but just because it sounds grown up, doesn't mean you're obligated to behave like a grown up all the time," she smirked with a playful raise of her brows, letting her lips dive into the cupcake. "my god, this is so good." her hum was echoing through the grass as she got up to make a run for it with the cupcake; barefoot, her red dress flowing in the rhythm of the breeze as her feet lead her to hide behind the car. "official complaints don't count when you're too slow,"she teased, her voice louder to cover the area so he could hear her, trying to make out his shadow in the windows to track his movements, so she wouldn't get caught.

how's filming going? in the name of you not getting sued, i'll hold back on the whining but just know i'm totally pouting about it. luck is on our side because with that bora bora trip coming up, it looks like sand, sunsets, and midnight skinny dipping is closer than ever. do i have a good explanation? nope. could blame it on work, but it actually just slipped my mind. no thoughts in this head.

early call times and having to watch the waiter serve deliciously smelling pasta to anyone but me, so i fit into those costumes the next morning is exhausting, i won't lie. still having the best time though and in case you ever wanna stop pouting ― prague might not include sand and midnight skinny dipping, but it definitely offers the potential for a good time. unless you're all caught up in your own projects. but you and i and a whole week of bora bora mischief sounds like the perfect layover in between real life. head empty, no thoughts left is so typical you. i'll offer my forgiveness in exchange for a promise of you never letting me unwillingly explore a whole cruise ship on the first day, trying to find you, only to find out later that it slipped your mind. you're lucky i didn't get bored during the days at sea.

i feel that people will be begging us for this series, i mean, how could they not? please, this will be perfect. yes, we will find a date to unwind after we wrap. mum and dad both moved to london and met there so i was born and raised a london girl but spent a lot of time visiting scotland and ireland growing up. i feel like i get most of the slang but every so often someone will use a word that just leaves me stumped. because it doesn't fit me! that sounds like fun, i can't wait to see it!

netflix, prime and all of the rest calling us on a daily, waiting for an answer whether we'd finally sign with them or decline their offer ― meanwhile, we're busy singing abba in some karaoke bar, having the time of our lives ? i'm having so much fun with just the thought of it. a london girl with irish and scottish roots ? love to see it, you're really living the best of three worlds. so, you're the kind of person who'd choose heart over head ? i feel like that's pretty unique these days, considering the majority of us loves to overthink. has that always worked out for you ? letting your heart lead the way ?

first time for everything, no? i reckon that might be a good place for it, too. first time there and all. it can keep up with the theme. i really don't know what you're on about with the whole oblivious thing and the more you mention it ain't gonna change that.

first time bora bora and first time coming face to face with a changed man ? consider me somewhat excited. is it messing with your head yet ? or do i need to keep going on talking about obliviousness ?