The following morning broke bright and clear, yet Camille’s heart felt shrouded in gray clouds. She had woken from a restless sleep,

After a shower and a hasty breakfast, she found herself standing before her maid, Irene, who was dusting the shelves in the living room.

Camille watched Irene for a while before approaching her, she had been at Camille's side for years, almost a sister figure, and Camille felt an immediate regret for their earlier argument.

“Irene, can we talk?” Camille called, Irene briefly turned and greeted her as usual.

Irene has distanced herself from Camille ever since the heated argument with Camille the other day.

“Of course, Miss...