Chapter 306

That afternoon, Camilla’s house felt livelier than usual. The soft Solaria breeze drifted through the backyard, carrying with it a sense of calm and peace, just as a sleek black car stopped at the front gate. From it stepped Margo Ashford and her daughter, Vivian, each carrying a large cake box and a bouquet of fresh flowers. And of course—several wrapped gifts followed, brought in by their driver