Camilla's POV

I traipsed to the glass door panel and rang the doorbell. I was eager to spill all the tea I had ready. Since she already knew I wasn't her precious Ariana, she could at least bear to listen to the vital information I had for her. She hurried to the door with so much excitement that I had to turn and look around to be sure that she was really happy to see me, or if there was someone else behind me - possibly Ariana.

She opened the door and embraced me ever so warmly.

“Good afternoon…”

"Mother. Just call me mother. Your fiancé’s half brother is here....