Chapter 13

Camilla’s POV:

I stood in line, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands trembled as the last few people ahead of me disappeared through the door. Fear tightened around my throat. I didn't want this; I didn't want to be sold like an object. The thought alone made me sick, but here I was, and there was nothing I could do… unless I wanted to end up dead like the girl whose body had finally been taken out.

Madam Katherine’s fingers gripped my arm, and she tugged me forward. “He’s going to be so happy when he sees you. You, my dear, are our most valuable for this season.”

Bile rose in my throat at her words. I was now standing in front of the door with nothing more than underwear.

“Now, when you go out, I want you to smile. I’m sure you can do that. You’ll look more like her when you do.” Like who? I knew I couldn’t ask any questions, but I was so confused.

“Okay, your turn now.”

At those words, she pushed the door open, and I was instantly blinded by the light that shone on my face. My le