Layla’s POV
“Well… this is unexpected.”
I stop, grinding my teeth. I was so close to the infirmary, but she just had to show up, didn’t she?
When I turn, I find Camila at the far end of the corridor, her arms crossed as she watches me.
“Princess,” I say calmly. She doesn’t deserve the respect, but I give it anyway, so she doesn’t find anything suspicious. Even then, she walks toward me slowly, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
“I was just thinking about you,” she says in that sickly sweet, fake tone she uses. “You’ve been spending a lot of time away from your duties, so I thought I’d check on you.”
“I’m visiting my doctor,” I say, keeping my words vague. “I’m not feeling well.”
Camila’s gaze runs over me.
“Not feeling well?” She scoffs. “That’s disappointing. I thought
