Bella's POV
Hugo had stepped away to take an urgent call from his royal beta, leaving me puzzled about who could possibly want to see me. Perhaps members of the council had arrived for an unexpected meeting.
When I was escorted to the living room for what they called a brief chat before dinner, I discovered the identity of my mysterious visitor. The sight before me was utterly shocking and filled me with immediate rage.
My half-sister Camilla sat waiting for me on the elegant sofa.
The moment she spotted me, she rose gracefully, that familiar yet somehow foreign smile stretching across her face. She wore a sophisticated navy dress that hugged her knees, her hair styled in a sharp black bob that framed her features perfectly. Every piece of clothing she wore screamed expensive designer labels, her entire appearance polished to magazine-worthy perfection.
How had her circumstances improved so dramatically after years of treating me with such cruelty?
