~CAMILLA POV:I walked down the grand stairs to the dining room, the air filled with the sweet aroma of spicy food. My food was already served; the silverware glinted to mirror polish under the bright lights of the chandeliers. Arthur's food wasn't served yet, and he wasn't in here either. One of the chairs scraped slightly against the lustrous floor as I pulled it and sat.The plates clinked as I opened them, the aroma wafting into my nostrils. The food was clearly one of Pamela's favorites, and something I wouldn't even mention if I had a choice. But it wasn't so bad. I felt quite relieved about my curiosity as Arthur didn't join me for dinner. I quickly gobbled down the food and wiped my mouth with serviettes before he came downstairs—but he never did, even after I was done eating.“Need anything else, Mrs. Bellingham?” One of the chefs’ soft voices broke into my thoughts and I blinked. She was standing beside me in a neat apron and cap.“Oh, no, I'm fine,” I forced a smile despit
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