Feverish Deception

The next morning came.

Camilla stepped out of her room, her mind already set on one thing, which was to ignore Massimo. That was the plan to pretend like nothing happened last night.

She reached the living area and stopped.

Massimo was seated at the dining table, a cup of coffee resting between his hands.

His face looked unusually pale. The faint redness around his eyes stood out sharply, like he