Downstairs, Camilla walked through the heavy front doors. She had finally stopped her victory dance. She took a deep breath, smoothing down the front of her dress. She patted her hair to make sure it was perfectly neat.
She quickly changed her facial expression. She put on the mask of a polite, gentle noblewoman. She looked calm, quiet, and perfectly innocent.
As she walked into the center of the foyer, she saw Doctor Aris. The old man was slowly walking down the grand, curving staircase. He was holding his worn leather medical bag.
Camilla stopped and waited for him at the bottom of the stairs. She placed her hands together neatly in front of her waist.
"Doctor Aris," Camilla greeted him softly. She offered him a small, polite bow of her head.
The doctor reached the bottom step. He smiled warmly at the young Lady. He thought she was a very sweet, caring wife who was just worried about her husband.
