HOW AM I GOING TO TELL CAESAR ABOUT THE PICTURE?

Camilla was finally discharged from the hospital, her body still weak from the ordeal.

Caesar was by her side, his face etched with concern as he helped her into the car.

As they drove back home, Camilla couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach.

Once they arrived home, Camilla knew she had to make a difficult call.

She picked up her phone and dialed Dave's number, her manager in the entertainment industry.

"Hey Dave, it's me Camilla," she said, trying to sound stronger than she felt.

"Hey Camilla, how are you? I've been worried...