Chapter Twenty

"Hello, I'm Violet. It's nice to meet you," said a young woman, petite in stature, as she sat across from Camilla at the elegant mahogany dining table.

"The pleasure is mine," Camilla responded, returning a warm smile.

""Hi, I'm Clara," introduced a woman with short, vibrant red hair.

"I'm a huge admirer of your work. Your designs have been a constant source of inspiration for me. Your fashion sense and unique style are truly exceptional." She spoke with reverence, her gaze fixed on Camilla with admiration.

Before Camilla had a chance to reply, Alexander interjected, clearing his throat to get their attention.

"Excuse me," he said, directing a look of slight annoyance towards Clara.

"What's the matter, Alexander? Can't hold your horses for dessert?" Clara teased, turning her attention away from Camilla.

"Oh, hush already," Alexander replied, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Why must you always be so vulgar?" Clara asked, her expression turning into a frown.

"Because it's just who I am,