The carriage rolled smoothly to a complete stop. The horses snorted quietly in the warm afternoon air.

Camilla looked out the small window. They had arrived.

The driver climbed down from his high seat. He opened the carriage door and offered his hand. Camilla took it and stepped gracefully down onto the clean, white stone driveway of the Kennedy estate.

She stood still for a moment, holding the warm, insulated package of soup carefully in her arms. She looked up at the large mansion in front of her.

It was completely different from Damon’s cold, military fortress. The Kennedy family home was built with light-colored stones. It had large, beautiful glass windows and elegant white pillars. The gardens were filled with bright, colorful flowers and small water fountains. It looked like a place meant for parties and laughter, not for war and strict rules.

Camilla walked up the wide front steps. The two large front doors were already open.

Standing just inside the grand entrance was an older man dressed in a neat dark blue uniform. He was the head butler of the Kennedy estate. He had worked for the family since Camilla and Zade were small children.

When he saw the young woman walking up the steps, the butler’s eyes widened in pure shock. He quickly stepped forward and bowed very deeply.

"Welcome, my lady," the butler greeted Camilla as she stepped into the bright, airy foyer. His voice was polite, but it shook slightly with surprise.

He was genuinely shocked to see her. It had been an entire year since the original Lady Camilla had packed her bags and moved to the Benson mansion. In all those twelve months, she had not visited her childhood home a single time. She had not even sent a letter. The staff had assumed she had forgotten them entirely.

Camilla did not notice his surprise. She was too busy looking around the beautiful entrance hall.

The floors were made of polished white marble. High above, a beautiful painting decorated the ceiling. Expensive vases filled with fresh roses sat on small wooden tables.

"The Kennedy’s house is quite exquisite," Camilla thought to herself. Her eyes scanned the valuable decorations. "It is so bright and welcoming. Much better than Damon’s home. I can see why a rich noble family used to live here."

She stood right in the middle of the foyer, completely distracted by a large, beautiful painting on the wall. She was just admiring the house, holding her warm package of soup, totally forgetting her manners.

The butler stood patiently for a minute. Then, he nervously cleared his throat.

Ahem. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Camilla turned her head to look at him.

"Uhmmm, my lady," the butler said softly. He looked at her head and her hands. "Your bonnet and gloves?"

He took a respectful step forward. He stretched out his hands, palms facing up, ready to collect her outdoor accessories.

A noble lady never walked around inside a house wearing her outdoor hat and gloves. The moment she stepped inside, a servant was supposed to take them away. The original Lady Camilla knew this rule perfectly. But the modern Camilla had completely forgotten.

Camilla blinked. She looked down at her silk gloves. She reached up and touched the edge of her matching yellow bonnet.

She let out a soft, highly amused chuckle. She realized exactly where she made a mistake. She had entirely forgotten her knowledge of historical novel etiquette. She was acting like a tourist in a museum, not a noblewoman in her own home.

"Pardon me," Camilla said out loud, smiling warmly at the old butler.

She quickly untied the yellow ribbons under her chin. She removed the beautiful bonnet from her head. Then, she pulled the soft silk gloves off her fingers. She handed all the items carefully over to the butler’s waiting hands.

"Where’s Zade?" Camilla asked, getting straight to the point of her visit.

The butler held her bonnet carefully. He looked at her with a hint of sadness in his eyes, remembering the young lord’s terrible injuries.

"He is in his room, My Lady," the butler replied softly. "He has been resting since the doctor left this morning."

Camilla nodded her head firmly. She adjusted her grip on the heavy package of soup. "Good. I will go see him now."

She turned away from the butler. She looked at the curving staircase in front of her. She took a confident step forward. She placed her soft shoe on the first marble step. She took a second step.

Then, she completely froze.

She stood on the second step like a statue. She looked up at the top of the stairs. There were two long hallways branching off in opposite directions. There were dozens of identical wooden doors.

"Wait a minute," Camilla thought to herself. Her confident expression vanished.

Her brain searched for memories of this house, but there were none. She had the original Camilla’s body, but she did not have a magical map downloaded into her head. She had absolutely no idea where Zade’s bedroom was.

"Is it on the left? Is it on the right? Is it on the third floor?" she asked herself internally.

She let out a very long, tired internal sigh.

"I cannot just open every single door in this massive house looking for a bruised boy," she thought, rolling her eyes at her own silly mistake. "I am going to look like an idiot."

Camilla slowly turned around on the stairs. She looked down at the butler, who was watching her with a confused expression.

She put on a slightly embarrassed, very polite smile.

"It seems I have forgotten my way," Camilla admitted smoothly, telling a very convenient lie. She walked back down the two marble steps. She walked over to the butler.

She looked at him kindly. "Could you show me the way? It has been long. My memory is a bit foggy."

The butler’s heart sank a little bit. It was very sad that a sister had forgotten the way to her own brother’s bedroom. But he was a loyal servant, and he did not judge her out loud.

"Of course, My Lady," the butler replied, bowing his head. "Please, follow me."