“By me,” a voice answers boldly from behind me. I spin around and Clara is standing just behind me with hands on her waist. As I open my mouth to say something to her, the doorbell rings.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I walk away to check who is at the door. Thankfully it's the delivery for my dress. I take the dress and sign the opened file stretched out to me by the Asian looking guy.
When I return, instead of saying something to Clara, I decide to ignore and return to the bedroom. She has indeed overstayed her welcome and as soon as Leonard returns, she'll have to leave. After all, hours are enough for a real recovery let alone a fake one. Since Leonard has gone with the driver and bodyguard that came with us, I decide to use an Uber to the nearest cafe for breakfast.
I won't be able
