CLAIRE'S POV
The next morning, I dressed delicately in a buttercup-yellow floral dress—just as Richard had advised.
I curled my short hair into neat waves, then began contouring my face to completely disguise the real Claire. I only used light makeup for the finishing touch and dabbed on some lip gloss to keep the look soft and charming.
One last glance in the big vanity mirror.
‘Perfect,’ I smirked.
I hadn’t met Richard’s mother yet—this would be the first time. He said she hated flashy girls. This look would definitely win her over.
Richard had already sent the address where we’d be meeting.
I didn’t waste any more time. I grabbed my hobo bag, took my car key, and headed out.
Halfway through the drive, I realized it would be rude to show up empty-handed.
So I pulled into the ne
