Camilla didn’t ask questions anymore.She sat beside me on the bed and pulled me into her arms without a word, her familiar perfume—vanilla and citrus—wrapping around me like something safe. Hazel stood across from us, her brows drawn together, worry etched deep into her face and for a moment, I didn’t speak.I just breathed and then, all at once, everything spilled.
“I didn’t know,” I said hoarsely. “She didn’t tell me. She smiled at me, Hazel. She asked me to make it. I thought—”
Camilla tightened her hold. “Hey. Stop. Look at me.”
I lifted my head slowly.
“This is not your fault,” she said firmly. “Do you hear me? Not even a little.”
Hazel nodded. “Allergies aren’t visible and if Serena said something,you wouldn't have. This isn’t on you.”
“But they looked at me like—” My voice brok
