Camilla's POV
I hesitated before knocking on the front door of the Whites. I never liked going to this place, if not for Amelia who was my friend, I wouldn't even be coming here.
I drew in a deep breath. This was all for Amelia. I had to do this for Amelia.
I knocked on the door, my breath caught in my throat as I waited for an answer. There was none. I waited a few more seconds and knocked again.
"Who is it?" I heard Amelia's step mother's voice bark like an uncultured swine. I shuddered, wondering if it was too late to turn back and run.
"It's ... Camilla." I said, my voice sounding firmer than I had expected. "Amelia's friend?"
"That ungrateful b***h?!"
Amelia wasn't an ungrateful b***h. It was this woman. Whatever her damn name was, I didn't even care. All she had ever done was
