CLARA
"What would a girl her age like?" I pondered as I scanned the pieces of jewelry adorning the necks of perfect mannequins scattered across the store. "...what would Lydia want?" I wanted something expensive yet elegant. It was the type of person she was. I did not want the girl to believe for a second that I was beginning to manage her. Half f me suspected she was only being this way with me because of the power I held and the kindness I had displayed to her and while I did feel a slight prick by the heart for my supposed selfishness, I knew I was doing the right thing.
"Clara, tell me you do not intend to use Lydia to bait your son in tonight's banquet?"
I flicked my head to the side and what did you know, it was Elliot tossed to the side like the devil on my shoulder. Why was he
