Camilla's POV...
"Tell us a story!"
The children screamed, their voices bouncing off the walls like tiny explosions.
They are so cute.
Two girls, one boy. Fresh from their bath, hair still damp, smelling like soap and innocence. The maids had chased them through the halls for an hour just to get them clean—squealing, running, hiding behind furniture. But they finally succeeded.
Now they're piled on the bed in their pajamas, blankets wrapped around them like little cocoons. Eyes wide. Waiting.
I can't forget they've been so lousy today. From one noise to another—running through the halls, knocking over a vase, fighting over who got the last cookie. The maids looked exhausted. One of them actually sat down on the stairs halfway through and just... stared at the ceiling.
But still so cute.
