(Arata)
Camilla was being extra nice to me. A cunning and shrewd woman like her doesn't just get to change their colours suddenly. There was something on her mind.
From her words, I had guessed Karsten hadn't informed her that we were living together. We weren't living together, but in a sense, we were, at least that was implied for the people who believed we were a real couple.
The irony of the situation tasted like ashes in my mouth as we settled for dinner.
Camilla spoke and spoke and I mostly politely nodded or gave small answers while nibbling on the food.
Karsten's sharp gaze found me many times and I observed he was noticing how much food I had on my plate. He didn't comment, though; just silently added more to it, which I hardly ate.
Thankfully, dinner was over soon, and we wished her goodnight before hurrying upstairs.
