The moment the gates of the Frost villa opened, Camillia could already sense the storm waiting inside. The familiar sight of the mansion brought a strange mixture of comfort and anxiety.
Comfort because it was home, and anxiety because she knew her father was waiting.
Waiting and fuming.
The car hadn't even fully stopped when the butler, Davis, rushed out, his expression strained.
"Miss Camillia," Davis whispered urgently as he opened the door, "The Master is... in a mood."
Camillia offered him a tired smile. "I figured."
She stepped out of the car, her posture calm, composed. She had been away for two days—two days that felt like a breath of freedom to her, but to Heston Frost, it was nothing short of a scandal.