CLARA’S POV
I looked around in admiration as we breezed through the estate gates, the wind dancing in our faces and stirring a warmth in my heart.
“Lydia.”
She looked sideways at me, her face calmly drawn into a smile. “Yes, ma’am?”
“I plan to launch my own company,” I announced, flipping my hair backwards and away from my eyes.
We were walking through the estate on an evening stroll, the calm in the air just what I needed to clear my head.
“Do you have anything in mind?” She asked, and I tilted my head to the side, thinking for a moment.
Then I shrugged. “Well, it has to be something I’m passionate about, you know. Would make it even more fun.”
“And if I may ask, ma’am, what are you passionate about? Is there anything you can think of? There must be something you like doing… somet
