|Carmella|
The ground seemed to shift beneath me. I wasn’t ready for this. I had been so focused on my own plan to escape the monthly tradition that the thought of facing both of our families at the same time hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Especially not my parents.
A flood of conflicting emotions hit me all at once, and I didn’t know which to hold onto. Should I feel relief that my father and mother were here, healthy and well? Or should I be furious for the way Camilla had suffered because of their decisions? I couldn’t decide. But one thing was certain—I wasn’t happy to see them both sitting here.
My mother, Eliana Whitlock, was seated elegantly on one of the grand sofas, her posture impeccable, her smile polite but devoid of warmth. She held a delicate cup of tea in her hand, speakin
