20. Camilla

20. Camilla

Camilla’s POV

“Her name is Lily,” the girl stammered.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“What is your name?” I ask the girl still looking quite flustered and scared.

I give her a smile, reaching for her shoulders and squeezing them gently.

“Anya, princess,” she replies, looking up into my eyes shyly.

“It’s a bit early, calling me that, you know?” I joked.

But she does not seem to have any of it as she simply swallowed. Her gaze wandering down to my cleavage when she blushes and quickly looks away. I looked down at my state of undress, wondering why she was so nervous when it’s just us girls here.

“Why don’t you take a seat while I change?” I tell her and pull her a chair, moving to sit her down in the chair so she could not resist.

“Princess—”

“Please don’t leave, I have some questions I want to ask you. I’ll be right back,” I say quickly, cutting her off before taking off into my room’s walk-in closet.

I grabbed the first set of clothes my eyes landed on and threw them on q