Her bedroom was empty when she entered, and she fought off the sting of disappointment. She'd buzz for Nikki after breakfast and a shower. Then, she could tell her everything.
Laura called down to Jacques to send the usual breakfast up, especially the smoothie, and hopped into the shower. She still felt like she stank of sex without the pleasure of sex. Her panties were practically stained from all the excitement last night when she took them off.
The warm water calmed her down and helped clear her mind so she could focus on what she had learned. Camille was Marcilla. Did that mean she should call her Marcilla now? No. That would be ridiculous. The rest of the staff didn't call her Marcilla. Did they know? Either they knew and still called her Camille or they didn't know and calling her Marcilla would ruin that. No matter what, Laura resolved to keep thinking of her as Camille.
