|Carmella|
"No, Carmella!" Camilla's response was swift and absolute, her voice filled with panic as soon as my plan reached her ears.
I sighed deeply, leaning back into the sofa, my fingers pressing against my temples as a headache began to throb. I watched her closely as she sat across from me, her face a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—hesitation, fear, and a tinge of desperation. She seemed to be grappling with the weight of what I'd suggested: finally opening up to Theodore, laying bare the truth she’d kept hidden for so long. But as her gaze drifted away, unfocused and troubled, a shadow darkened her features.
"Absolutely... no," she murmured, almost like she was speaking to herself, her voice filled with a helpless finality. "Theodore... he won't listen. He's made up his mind a
