The woman grasped Camilla's hand as if she had found some treasure, but when she saw it right in front of her eyes, she could not keep it up and had to touch it.
"What are you doing?"
Camilla asked nervously after observing the woman acting strangely. The lady's behavior shocked her because she was frail, but her attitude toward Camilla had completely changed.
"I'm only enjoying the beauty, so don't be frightened."
Camilla heard a raspy voice cackling out of the blue. The woman appeared to be salivating as she caressed Camilla's skin. When Camilla noticed the woman's nails, her gaze furrowed. She shivered as she wondered if she had already messed up something horrible. Camilla bit her bottom lip and attempted to pull her hand back, but she couldn't. That old, fragile lady was clutching Camilla's hand so firmly that she couldn't even draw it back.
"Excuse me, you're clutching my hand."
