Ivy's POV

Camille was strict, yes, but she was the kindest person I had met here so far. That thought lingered in my mind as I picked up the dishes and placed them on the stool.

The food was delicious, far better than what my stomach—empty for so long—had known in months.

I could remember Aunt Celeste… My hand froze, a sigh slipping from my lips. Aunt Celeste had tossed me away, called me names, and branded me cursed. What had I ever done?

She had promised to protect me after my ...