She looked out into the paint splattered sky. Perhaps she was quietly reminiscing of that fantastical summer that had just blown away by the autumn wind. Or perhaps even, Clara might have been thinking about not only that incredible summer, but the romantic love that had also began.
"Yes. I will be on my way. Of course, i have the evidence all collected in these folders." Clara gentley adjusted her phone as she rushed over to the carriage.
"Eric, take me to Ms. Rashington's residence quickly." She blared at the sleeping butler. He sprang up with surprise and obediently prepared the seats.
"What is your purpose madam?" Eric asked in curiousity.
"No matter, just please rush me over there as soon as possible." She urgently replied. Carefully, Clara patted down the carriage cushions and swept her dress to the side. As Eric signaled to the horses, her eyes diverged to out the viewing windows.
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If This Isn't Love~Than What Could It Be?
General FictionWhen 12 year old Clara Aust runs into adolescence, she must face the tousle of crushing on her 19 year old cousin, Calvin. Join her on the road to happiness, accented by trouble, mistakes, and moments that will take your breath away.
