Camilla's face contorted with a mix of shock and dismay as the maid's words sank in. "What did you say?" She cried out, her voice tinged with a desperate urgency.
The maid shifted uncomfortably under Camilla's piercing gaze. "They're already left for Madrid and will not be coming back to Venice," she explained, her own tone weighted with a sense of unease.
The other maid chimed in, her words adding to Camilla's growing distress. "Yes, we're just going to clean the house and come back here once a week to do the clean-up before the next guests arrive."
Camilla felt the ground shift beneath her feet, her carefully crafted plans crumbling to dust. "How come they went to Madrid without telling me?" she exclaimed, her frustration manifesting in a series of agitated paces in front of the now-empty house.
