Kamille's POV
Leaning on the door, I felt my breath quicken and the urge to place my hands on my chest, but my hands were occupied with the kid's pizza and ice cream.
"Why the hell did I let him kiss me like that?" I questioned myself, my mind spinning with uncertainty. "Was it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more?"
Lost in my thoughts, I stood there in the hallway, grappling with conflicting emotions. Part of me was drawn to Chris, his kindness and I also felt sorry for him because of what he had to go through. But another part of me was wary, feeling unsure of what was actually going on.
“Miss Kamille?”
I turned as Nanny Dona's warm voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to reality.
"Is everything okay?" Nanny Dona asked, her tone filled with concern.
