It was an evening Clara would never forget. While her mother and daughter were busy preparing to welcome guests, Clara was still struggling in the kitchen, finishing her work.
The doorbell rang as Clara finished setting the table. The dishes that she worked so hard to prepare were laid out on the table.
Just like Sarah said, there are guests at home tonight. Clara heard the bell, but she didn't care at all, because that's not her concern, look at her work for a moment, she hopes these dishes will suit the taste of her guests or someone. Please come, you don't need to know.
Done! Taking off her apron, she left the kitchen and went straight to her room, not toward the door. Because of the rules at this house, every time she has a guest, she is not allowed to open the door or appear in front of the guests.
The previous incident was just an unexpected incident.
"Clara! Open the door."
Halfway up, Sarah suddenly spoke from upstairs. Forcing Clara to stop, a little surprised to wonder, how strange! Whenever there was someone visiting Xenia's mother and daughter, she threw her up in her room and forced her to stay there until the guests came back. Why suddenly today Sarah got mad and asked her to open the door. Even the other two didn't say anything.
After a moment's delay, after much hesitation, Clara turned back down and headed for the door, when Xenia's annoyed voice urged her from inside her room.
"Hurry up. What's the point of standing there? How long are you going to keep your guests out of the cold?"
Clara did not know anything nor showed any suspicion, trying to stay calm, she could not communicate normally with strangers, knowing her weakness, her parents did it on purpose, it seems that the guest Hey Sarah wants you to meet, take a deep breath, and open the door. She hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid or misbehave that would displease her guest, or she wouldn't get a good night's sleep tonight.
Zane parked the Mercedes-Benz S550 on the sidewalk below Sarah's house, then turned off the engine. Stepping out of the car, he did not forget to bring a bouquet of roses and a fruit basket in the empty seat next to him. Adjusting his elegant outfit, he took a deep breath before stepping into the iron gate in front of him. Zane is really impatient to meet Sarah's family members, he wants to know how her life has been so far, and he wants to thank those who raised an honest, kind girl. like her, saved him, and took care of him until he recovered.
Sarah is very honest, in this situation, something must be wrong, Zane is still unaware of her disastrous confusion. Is he to blame or pitiable?
Zane glanced at the bright light in the window of Sarah's house, then grabbed the flowers and fruit basket and went inside. He imagined her opening the door to welcome him, maybe even more greedy than hoping that she would wrap her arms around him. Well, there's nothing better than that, he will not waste his time on the road, despite the cold night coming here.
Damn, standing in front of the door, he was scared to death. When I don't know what to say to her family about this sudden incident? Though she must have informed them by now. This meeting wasn't just about saying thank you or learning about his Cinderella, he wanted some kind of relationship beyond that.
Zane has determined that Sarah will be an important person to him, she is the one who changes him, the one who helps him open his heart to everyone, how should I say it, thanks to her, the relationship between him and his stepmother has improved significantly, he was able to talk normally with his stepmother.
Yes, the good things he received were all thanks to her, no, that's not true, the truth is that the person he needs to respect and be grateful for is Clara.
Putting the basket on the floor, he nervously rang the doorbell. He secretly wished that the person who opened the door to welcome him was Cinderella.
As expected the person who opened the door was indeed Cinderella, but he was still naive and thought it was Sarah, he even showed a disappointed expression when a strange girl appeared in front of him. But he quickly mastered the situation and the right attitude to display.
The door was open, and Zane's warm smile spread easily to the opposite person. Unfortunately, in this situation it had no effect on Clara, on the contrary, the expected polite welcome in her eyes quickly turned into unconcealed horror.
Oh my God! What the hell is it? Zane! What is he doing here?
Clara could not believe that appeared in front of her eyes was a guy in a luxurious outfit, very elegant, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, a friendly smile on his mouth. What affected her the most, was that guy was Zane.
Their eyes met. His friendly smile was still displayed, and in a polite voice, he asked her.
"Hello! Is this Sarah's house?"
Clara unconsciously swallowed hard, his voice, the gentle voice that used to make her flutter.
While he remained patient, she froze, not regaining her composure. Her eyes widened in surprise. Clara expected this to be an illusion, or else the person in front of her was someone delivering the goods. Clara stared at him for a few seconds, she saw a glint in those deep gray eyes.
Zane tilted his head slightly, showing a puzzled look, why did the girl in front of him keep staring at him, not answering the question, like he didn't expect his appearance.
He quickly scanned her face, nothing disturbed his state of mind right now. He didn't recognize her, in fact, he couldn't, because his memories of her were only voices and rough touches.
If only she could answer him now, maybe everything would be different, but she can't, Clara knows better than anyone that she can't, Sarah knows, Xenia knows, Hana knows, only herself he doesn't know.
Despite Zane waiting outside, Clara just stood motionless, clutching the handle. A remarkable effort as she tried to hold back her choked emotions from spilling out.
He was starting to get annoyed by this girl's strange behavior, she should have invited him in or at least said hello. Clara did nothing but silence that made him uncomfortable, even a little displeased.
The sudden complications caused Clara to have a dreamlike hallucination, then feel happy herself, thinking that he came to find her. Thank goodness she didn't laugh innocently like a lunatic. It was only when Sarah's voice came from behind that the awkward situation ended when he returned to happily ignoring her to look at her, and she finally woke up.
"Are you here? Is it cold outside? Give me a bag."
Sarah owes her flowery smile, looks at him affectionately, then steps forward to take the bouquet in one hand, and pulls him in with the other. Clara's hand on the doorknob slowly lowered to let him in.
The world around her seemed to collapse. He walked past her like two strangers. His shoulder touched hers, a feeling so familiar yet completely foreign right now.
The two walked into the kitchen, suddenly she stopped and turned to call her, what a strange attitude?
"What are you doing standing there? Dinner is about to start, come in quickly."
Sarah is fake! What a ridiculous way to address yourself
Clara was still pondering as she watched him leave the living room to the kitchen. She was sure it wasn't a coincidence that Zane had suddenly come here, probably Sarah's trick, playing tricks to bring him here, the purpose of which must have been to humiliate her.
Oh my God! So guilty! a well-planned hoax. How can I forgive?
To blame this on someone else, it is obvious that Sarah has to take the blame, and everyone involved in this, including herself.
Standing there dumbfounded for a while, Clara had the courage to turn her head back in, she didn't go to the kitchen, instead went straight to her room, but this time Xenia showed up.
"Hey, Clara! Where are you going, it's time to eat, there are guests at home."
Clara turned to look, and raised her eyebrows slightly, her glimmering face in the kitchen was looking at her, she wasn't the only one, everyone was looking at her, and so was he.
An unanswered silence. Clara knew well that those people were making things difficult for her in front of Zane. Fine, if you like, just do it, she just doesn't care, thinking that Clara turned away, and continued up the stairs, of course, she didn't say or say anything to the people who looked on in bewilderment.
"Wait a minute."
When she delivered the next blow, she looked at him hoping for his understanding, he delicately nodded his head, just waiting for that, and she got off the chair and chased after her. Just a few steps she was standing behind her, killing intent, Clara felt her spine get cold and hurried to stop, she took another step to stand in line, then put her arm around her shoulder in a friendly manner, whispering words. threaten.
"If you know what to do, cooperate obediently, you want to receive a scholarship and then get out of here, right?"
Of course, no one heard what she said except Clara.
Clara turned, her sinister face right in front of her, Clara just wanted to reach out and crush that despicable face, but every time her anger rose it was quelled for a reason. boredom, she had to be patient. Until now, right now Clara couldn't bear to curse her habit of enduring everything.
Dinner began when Clara returned to the kitchen, damn the sinister humans purposely arranged for her to sit across from Zane.
Face to face, but eyes could not meet once, maybe Clara couldn't help but sneak a glance at him. Every time she was about to do something she tapped her fingers on the table is a sign of warning.
Clara had absolutely no idea what she should do best when she sat down to eat with them. If she did as Xenia said, acting erratic, making a bad impression in front of him, it wouldn't be a foolish move for the relationship she had worked so hard to build during the two long months of care squirrel Zane? But... alas! If she doesn't fulfill her role as a family member, then Xenia will do everything to prevent her intention to leave here, and perhaps he will perceive her as a rebellious and discordant person. polite to the whole family.
In addition, when he was no longer focused on her, he would no longer have anything to do with her appearance. Not even having a good impression of her let alone know who she is.
Not sure if Clara felt relieved, depressed, or just plain frustrated about it, Clara didn't have time to go through her closet and pull out the clothes she thought might be appropriate for the occasion. this without hurting yourself too much. But no one gave her the opportunity to do that, this family wanted to sink her into the depths of the countryside, sloppy in front of him. From the way Zane looked at her now, black t-shirt and black slim-fit pants, he was clearly displeased with this bland, old-fashioned way of dressing.
She looks terrible.
He looked up at the simple hairstyle she kept. Shoulder-length loose hair. Hide what needs to be hidden.
Clara's cheeks quickly turned red as Zane looked up at her lowered lashes.
Clara forced a wry smile in response as she couldn't stand his scrutiny or something, but it certainly wasn't contemplation. She sure is.
Oh! She never expected time to pass so quickly.
Considering that the reason why Clara had to take on the role was that her future depended on it, she had no idea what to do with making it clear to Zane. But honestly, if she told him, he would have believed it, let alone she couldn't open her mouth and he didn't know what the dialect was, let alone the fact that her parents would vehemently stop her. do that.
Clara was annoyed to have to stop herself from doing something stupid in front of Zane. In addition, taking into account Xenia's warning, Clara must do bad by pretending not to listen or answer the questions, the truth is that everyone knows the reason, only he does not, and it is very obvious that he will think she is rude or looks down on others.
There was no way a man would choose her to stand by him, doing things together when he saw her like this, Clara asserted after looking at his reflection in the mirror behind him.
But she's not so sure about this... as the person she's talking about is Zane!
Clara had to be very careful so that he would never know her true thoughts.