“Claire, open this damn door!” Gustav’s voice boomed from the other side of the door, along with his continued banging on it. She worried the poor door would give up on its hold.
“Claire… at least tell us you’re okay in there.” Jordan’s voice coaxed, which was seconded by Marina.
“Are you okay in there, Claire?”
“Y-Yeah. I-I’ll be out in a minute,” she said, hoping it was audible for the people outside. Maybe it was because finally, they shut up.
“We’ll be at the dining then,” Marina said again. Footsteps followed.
Claire took a deep breath; a few minutes passed and so far she was feeling okay.
Her mind though, is not.
When she extended her stay with Gustav, enjoying a fake and modern Cinderella life, she hasn’t picture herself staying with him. Much more leaving with a responsi
