Clara’s back was as stiff as board, Atticus had been courteous enough to give her some space to collect herself and thoughts. Once again she’d been pacing whilst looking at the décor of her new room for the month. She couldn’t decide what she was to wear for the evening meal with Atticus’ parents. Nothing too flashy, nothing too under dressed, there had been a long debate of what to wear. Living away for six months, she doesn’t have that many clothes to choose from. Eventually deciding a smart casual laced navy-blue dress, with long sleeves and mild ruffled collar. Her knife scrapes awkwardly on the plate and she cuts into her steak. Having found it unusual that the alpha had servants living in their home. Clara thought this to be unfair, once again questioning how farming had so much mone
