SERENA'S POV
“What a pleasant surprise.” Gabriella said as she as she hugged the tall, model-looking woman who had just entered. The lady’s cautious gaze swept the room, as if measuring her welcome.
“Camille, we weren’t expecting you,” Aunt Issadora said in a neutral tone. She didn’t bother to rise, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
It was an obvious dismissal.
Aunt Issadora had always treated Anna, Camille's younger sister, as more than a maid—practically as family, though I have not witnessed, I know that she would have also treated Camille the same way.
She was known for her graciousness. For her to show such cold indifference to Camille now could only mean one thing, this was for my sake.
Unbothered, Gabriella beamed, dragging Camille toward the dining table, where three empty
