CHAPTER 8
CAMILLA’S POV
Left all alone, I tried to find my way around the building I found myself. On instinct and human logic, I found myself around a passage leading to what looked like an antique store. The smell of old papers used in the past lingered all around and it intensified around a door as the swift breeze coming in and out of the nearby passage window blew gently.
Fascinated by the feel and look of the features gracing the place, I was drawn to a particular door. It was so strong and sturdy. From the look of it, it was a pair french solid door with an architectural lion head panel made of oak wood.
At first, my hand lingered on the crystal cut door knob with the aim of pushing the door open but hearing the familiar voices of the triplets, I stopped in my tracks and placed
