(Arata)
Camilla took a whole U-turn after the dinner. The expression she had given me in the car when I had revealed my family name made me think she despised us.
But later she softened, even genuinely smiled at me. Leaving me with a request that I should inform her in case Karsten went out of line.
Only if she knew the kind of mess her son had placed me into.
Her promise seemed real, and I couldn't detect any fakeness. Or, maybe she was too good at hiding her true self, just like her son.
She left me divided. I had to remind myself she belonged to a family that had ties to the Mafia world.
Was that the reason she had raised Karsten the way she had?
So much of it made sense now.
But it was worth it to see the expressions on Karsten's face. He couldn't believe what his mother had said.
After dinner, I retired to his room, and he didn't follow me. Changing into my comfy nightdress, I slipped into bed with my phone.
