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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