|Theodore|
The air in the dining room was still thick with tension as Fiona and I quietly moved to the sitting area, distancing ourselves from the table where everything had changed. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, struggling to make sense of what had just unfolded.
Camilla had never… she had never spoken to us like that. Never behaved that way. She was always in the background, slipping away whenever Fiona was near, playing her part—obedient, invisible.
But tonight? Tonight was nothing like before.
“What on earth was that?” Fiona broke the silence, her voice cutting through the unsettled quiet between us. I glanced at her, sitting stiffly on the velvet settee, smoothing out her dress with a practiced calm, but I could see the tension in her posture. She was as shaken as I was.
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