Rachel's POV
Camilla's arrival didn't surprise me.
I'd half expected it from the moment Vincent mentioned the dinner, and when she appeared in the doorway in her wheelchair looking carefully fragile like a damsel in distress, I picked up my wine glass and took a quiet sip and waited to see how the next few minutes would play out.
Vincent held out his hand towards her, he sounded genuinely surprised that she was there. "Camilla. What are you doing here?"
"Oh Vincent, it’s the caregiver," she sniffed, her voice trembling softly, "She said it was too much. That I was too difficult, that she couldn't manage it." She pressed her lips together. "I didn't know where else to go. I'm sorry. I didn't know you had people over — I would never have come if I'd known."
She looked past him at the t
