CAMILLA’S POV
I left the triplets to ruminate over my words without looking back for one second and returned to my room –the room that was assigned to me.
There I was, preparing to go to my abode like I told them, when I heard a knock on the door. So fast? Did they get my request prepared so soon? I wondered, smiling at myself.
Thinking it was the triplets or one of them probably, I cleared my throat and checked myself in the mirror before asking whoever it was to come in.
Unexpectedly, it was a middle aged nan who showed up. From the way he was dressed, he seemed to be a manservant of higher caliber. He walked in with a bow, moving closer to where I say in front of the mirror, at the table stand.
For some reason, a part of me felt disappointed that it wasn't one of the triplets li
