Camilla bit her lower lip to prevent herself from having inappropriate thoughts. She needed to escape this room immediately before the situation became too awkward.
She thought to herself, her internal voice filled with suspicion.
"Something is wrong," Camilla thought, her eyes darting quickly toward the maid standing in the corner of the room.
She looked back at Damon sitting comfortably in his chair.
"Isn't he supposed to be at the camp by now?" her thoughts raced wildly. "He is the General. He always leaves the house before the sun even rises. Why is he still sitting here in his sleeping shirt?"
She took a tiny, slow step backward, moving her shoe back into the hallway.
"If I leave now," Camilla reasoned internally, keeping her face blank, "I can still make it. I can just go straight to the fabric store. I do not have to deal with this tension today."
She prepared to turn her body around and run away.
