Just as Camilla had promised, one side of the wardrobe had already been filled with neatly folded clothes.
Daniella smiled to herself.
"So she really wasn't joking."
After browsing for a few moments, she settled on an oversized ivory home shirt made from soft cotton. The loose garment slipped comfortably over her body, reaching almost to the middle of her thighs while leaving plenty of room around her growing baby bump. It was simple, comfortable, and carried a faint floral scent that reminded her of Camilla.
She loosely towel-dried her hair before letting it fall naturally over her shoulders. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she couldn't help smiling.
"I actually look like I belong here."
Chuckling quietly, she slipped her feet into a pair of fluffy house slippers that had been left beside the bed before making her way downstairs.
The delicious aroma of butter, herbs, and freshly cooked food greeted her long before she reached the kitchen.
