|Carmella|
These questions have haunted me since the moment I stepped into this charade. I was momentarily distracted by the thought that I wouldn’t have to share a bed with Theodore tonight, but it seems I was wrong.
The night hung heavy like a suffocating shroud, with the only relief being the thin beam of moonlight slipping through the open balcony doors. Its cold, silvery glow painted eerie shapes across the floor, as though the room itself whispered stories—tales of secrets buried too deep, shadows concealing truths I dreaded would soon be unearthed.
How long have I been here, playing the role of Camilla? A week, perhaps. Though I still haven’t uncovered the identity of the one responsible for her bruises, I’ve managed to learn one thing—she’s been mistreated in this place. And w
