Crises in Love novel Chapter 600

We all turned to him, the air thick with anticipation for what would come.

He scanned our faces, pausing for a few beats. "It’s also possible that Camilla has another identity!"

The moment Logan dropped this bombshell, my head started to throb. It seemed Logan's theory had ventured into the realms of soap opera twists.

Shaking my head, I muttered, "That seems unlikely."

Yet, even as I said it, I couldn't help feeling that my dismissal was too hasty. I had to admit I hardly knew Camilla.

But from the Camilla that I’d met and interacted with at the Dawson family, it didn’t add up to Logan's theory. How could she have another identity? What kind of person would have prepared such a bizarre scenario?

Hannah interrupted with a smirk, "The Dawson family is indeed full of surprises. You think you know a person and bam, they pull a rabbit out of a hat!"

Soon after, my phone rang. It was Catherine. I answered on speaker and blurted out, "Did you find it?"

"You bet!" she quipped, then got down to brass tacks. "I asked around. These boat models are meticulously handcrafted stitch by stitch, leading to their slow production and limited supply, especially the ones from Silverdale's, which are the only ones stamped with the 'Silverdale' mark. Not only does it represent the city of Silverdale, but the owner's surname, too. Their logo's pretty meaningful, you know.

“But all things considered, the price is on the steep side. They come in three sizes, and even the smallest will cost several hundred bucks. I'll say it’s a bit expensive. But for an enthusiast, they're a collector’s dream.

“They're not available for export yet, sold exclusively on Oldtown Avenue. It's a special tie-in with the avenue's promotional campaign. Quite a few have been sold already, mostly to tourists. And the owner mentioned he’s earmarking this particular model, the wherry, as a gift for overseas promotion."

Catherine covered all bases, and then, as if an afterthought, she asked, "Why? Do you like them? I can snag one for you if you want!"

"No, it's not that," I said, distracted.

"And…" Catherine hurried on as if afraid I'd hang up, "Guess who I just saw?"

My attention snapped back. "Who?"

"I just saw Mason on the street!" she said earnestly. "I recognized him instantly. I called out his name, 'Mason,' and he pretended not to know me."