Camilla cheered. “That’s my girl.”
The call ended, and I stood there for a moment with my phone still in my hand.
For all the wealth, the expectations, the engagement looming ahead—this felt grounding.
I went upstairs to change, choosing something simple and comfortable. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back,not because she looked different—
—but because she looked like someone who belonged.
When I headed back downstairs, the house no longer felt empty.
It felt like a place I was choosing to return to and as I reached for my bag, a quiet thought crossed my mind—
No matter how high this world tried to pull me, I would not lose the people who reminded me who I was.
Camilla didn’t even bother knocking when they drove in.Her car horn just blar
