Camilla's pov...
Opening my eyes, I could only see scattered bedsheets. I did this.
I am so sick. I had been touching myself for how long? I could not sleep.
The blanket covered me. Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains, a pale gold stripe across the floor. It was too bright. Too honest. It showed everything I wanted to hide.
Thud. Thud.
"Ma'am, your food is ready."
I know. It is the elderly maid. I told her never to knock. I will come out when I want.
"Alexa."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Can you tell Mrs. Cavy to go?"
"Ohhh, ma'am, it is not Mrs. Cavy. It is the new maid… Mrs. Sophia Grace."
Sophia? It must be a beautiful coincidence. My best friend.
I did not know when I got up. I ran to the door, the blanket wrapped around me. I opened it.
It was Sophia. My best friend.
"Oh my goodness, Camilla." She smiled.
"Sophia, it is not Camilla. It is Miss Camilla," the AI repeated.
"Sorry, Miss Camilla." She smiled again.
