CAMILLA'S POV:
"I see you have settled into my son's house pretty well." Her Louis Vuitton heels clicked against the marble floor as she sat down in the living room. Her dark dress rode up to her knees as she folded them against each other.
I realized I had not said anything and unsteady I'd been staring at her like a lunatic and decided to speak before she thought I was weird.
"Welcome Mrs Sanders. What brings you here?"
"I came to spend time with you. Is that a crime?" she glowered at me with those green eyes that looked so much like her son's.
I blinked rapidly as nervousness threatened to overtake me. "Not at all, what do you have in mind?"
"Hmmm, I love your enthusiasm, how about you dress up and meet me downstairs? We can have some coffee and talk."
"Okay, I'll
