Camilla's POV
When I reached the staff quarters, my eyes swept over the place — a stretch of self-contained apartments, neat and elegant, just like everything else in this enormous compound.
I looked around, unsure which one Belle stayed in. But somewhere inside me, a small, petty part hoped I’d run into Gianna too.
“Hi!” I called out, waving at a girl down the hallway.
She turned, and as she walked closer and recognized me, her eyes widened.
“Evening, ma’am,” she greeted quickly, bowing her head.
“Evening,” I replied with a gentle smile. “Please, could you show me to Belle’s room?” And Gianna’s, the mischievous part of me almost added, but I bit it back.
“Belle?” she repeated, brows knitting slightly in thought before lighting up. “Oh, Belle! Yes, please follow me.”
She led me to
