Morning light spilled through the curtains long before anyone else in the mansion woke.

Camilia was already on her feet.

Her body felt heavy from the night before, but her mind… her mind was racing too fast to stay still.

Anthony.

Rosita.

The ring.

The dress.

Their smiles.

Their happiness.

Every thought stabbed her again and again until she felt like she was suffocating. She needed something — anything — to keep herself from drowning.

So she did the only thing that had ever calmed her ...