Things were weird with her siblings, and were liable to be weird for a while, but that didn't mean that Camilla couldn't work on them. She had time to work on them, because she had not settled on how to relaunch herself on society as a married woman, and because her reception was now over. (She'd enjoyed it, for all that everyone — including Camilla — had been very apparently uncomfortable.)
So — she was in Domitian's parlor, and she was waiting for him, and they had not been alone since their conversation in the ensuite bathroom. She looked up at his entrance and half-smiled, as if she had not noticed him calling her Mrs. Prewett.
"Domitian," Camilla said, "I was in the neighborhood." She had not been, and she suspected that was obvious, but it didn't need to be said.
So — she was in Domitian's parlor, and she was waiting for him, and they had not been alone since their conversation in the ensuite bathroom. She looked up at his entrance and half-smiled, as if she had not noticed him calling her Mrs. Prewett.
"Domitian," Camilla said, "I was in the neighborhood." She had not been, and she suspected that was obvious, but it didn't need to be said.
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