Nail in coffin

Camila , sensing an opportunity, asks Lydia, "So, what brings you back home? I heard you were trying to make it big in Hollywood."

Lydia's expression turns sour, her eyes clouding over with sadness. "I lost all my money trying to become an actress," she says, her voice filled with regret. "I had to move back home and start over."

Camila nods sympathetically, her eyes filled with understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that," she says, her voice gentle. "But hey, at least you're back home now.

Camila's eyes sparkle with mischief as she asks, "Hey, Lydia, would you like to grab a drink with me? I'm actually heading over to the Smith house, just two doors down, and I have gotten close to them and they got a fully stocked bar."

Lydia's eyes light up at the suggestion, and she nods enthusiastically. "That sounds like a lot of fun. I could use a drink after the day I've had."

Camila's smile widens as she takes Lydia's arm, leading her towards John's house. "Great, let's go then! They are not home and I am watching the house and they said I could have whatever I want when I am there."

She gets up from her chair and starts to walk with Camila