Daphne’s POV
If I ever had the thought that I was dramatic, Camilla was always by my side to debunk that thought, immediately too. Whether she did it willingly or it was just in her dramatic nature to do so, I had no idea but a tiny part of me -no scratch that- a huge part of me was happy I wasn't the only one reacting to the issue at hand right now.
My gaze flicked back to Camilla who had been in a spot for the past fifteen minutes now. Her eyes were wide -wider than saucers and her dainty fingers spread over her gaping mouth.
After what seemed like forever, I watched her blink a couple more times like she was confirming if her eyeballs weren't frozen in place yet. I returned my gaze to Conan who was propped in a corner in Camilla's room, looking stoic and obviously waiting for Camil
