|Carmella|
I felt my irritation flare the moment I saw the note on my dresser.
Come to my office. Signed, Theodore.
I crumpled the paper in my hand, sighing as I tossed it onto the floor. The last thing I wanted was another one of his veiled accusations or cold orders.
It’s been a month. An agonizingly slow month since I started pretending to be Camilla. Every day, every interaction with Theodore felt like a test—as if he was constantly watching, waiting for me to make a mistake, to let my mask slip. And then there was Fiona. Thankfully, she’d finally gone home after a week of lingering around like a shadow. It felt like a small victory, getting her to leave. I made sure she did so of her own accord, of course. I didn’t hold back on irritating her at every turn—she deserved every bit
