Camilla came downstairs to the dining room, humming a cheerful, happy tune. She felt incredibly rested. For the first time since she came to this world, she had slept peacefully in the center of a very large, comfortable bed without anyone bothering her. She did not know about Damon's terrible nightmare, nor did she care that he had fled the house before the sun rose fully. She was just happy to have the entire room to herself.
As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she saw the large dining room doors were wide open. Inside, Mr. Murry was busy giving instructions to three young maids on how to set the long wooden table properly. He was pointing at the silver forks and the crystal water glasses, making sure everything was absolutely perfect.
"Uncle Murry," Camilla said happily as she walked into the room and got to where he was standing.
Murry turned around and bowed respectfully. Before he could speak, Camilla took a step back and held out the sides of her skirt.
