CHAPTER 21— The Woman Who Never Left
Clara
I have always known how to wait. Some women may mistake patience for weakness. They fidget, cry and beg to be seen, but I reinvent, because at the end of the day the moon goddess finds a way to give me what I want.
The morning sunlight slipped through the tall glass panes of my bedroom, spilling over my skin in warm ribbons as I stood before the mirror. The water from my bath still clung to my shoulders, sliding down slowly, tracing the curve of my waist before disappearing into the towel wrapped around me.
I tilted my chin upward and fetched my bosoms with both palms. Steam curled around the edges of the mirror, softening my reflection, but not enough to hide what I saw.
I looked beautiful, aesthetically pleasing as the Luna, what man wouldn
