Drunk Kalel

(Camilla’s POV) Agnes stared at me in shocked, her hand trembling as she reached for the cool, white reception desk, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. It looks like she just had just finished her session with the aesthetician, her face still looking very red. It must feel tight on her face. And she couldn't even express how upset she is to see me, her ex-daughter-in-law. The woman who believed had, in her eyes, stolen her son’s heart and his fortune. She looked at me from head to toe, as of to double check on how different I am now. Well, she’s been spending a lot of time in Spain that she forgot the possibilities of the mother of the baby she killed, coming back for her vengeance. She must have thought I’m dead already. I am very different now. My skin, flawless and glowing, my hair cascading down my shoulders in a luxurious mane. I was a far cry from the "poor and ugly" woman Agnes had once judged me to be. She can't see a trace of that old Camilla anymore. “Agnes,” I