CHAPTER 3Camilla stood at the window and looked out over the garden.
The lilacs were in full bloom, purple mauve and white, the pink cherry blossom was blowing in the breeze and the syringa bushes filled the air with their pungent compelling fragrance.
She sat down on the window seat and felt that she could never see enough of the home she loved so dearly.
Tomorrow she would be gone, leaving behind all that was familiar and all that was an indivisible part of the eighteen years she had lived here.
‘It’s like having part of one’s body amputated,’ Camilla thought to herself and tried to suppress the pain that she could feel in her heart at the thought of saying ‘goodbye’.
She had managed to turn a brave face to her father through all the weeks of preparation. There had been visits to Lo
