Camila’s POV
"What are we going to do today?" Clara asks excitedly.
"I don't know yet, but I promise it will be fun."
She still had a couple of classes left; she had just come from her ballet recital rehearsal.
"It looks like it's going to rain, I imagine the tutor will take a while to arrive if the weather gets worse."
I looked at the sky and felt a couple of drops fall on my face. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze.
"What are you doing? You could get sick, dad says it's bad."
"Your dad is exaggerating, it's just a couple of drops, nothing will happen to me."
I sighed and remembered playing in the garden with my sister when it rained. It was fun, our father watched us from a distance and laughed at us. For some reason, I thought that what was a nice memory of my childhoo
