Chapter 156

CAMILLA

Victor’s mother, Gianna stepped out of the door at the end of the hall. A pink bath robe was belted around her waist. Fuzzy bunny slippers sat perched on her feet. A knowing smile curled her mouth. “Oh, good morning, honey. You look…refreshed.”

Heat flushed my cheeks. Crap. So much for hiding. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Um, I was just—”

Gianna motioned toward the stairs. “Come on.