As they pulled into the driveway of Clara's parents' mansion, she could see her mom sitting on the front porch with knitting items in her hands.
Clara's mother's eyes widened in surprise when she saw the vehicle that had just pulled into her driveway. She rose to her feet and waited for the intruders to show themselves.
Clara was the first to come out. She didn't even wait for Jones to alight and come around to her side of the car to pull the door open.
A playful smile appeared on the woman's face. "Your daughter is here, Donald." Mary said.
The man who came out of the house looked liked elegant with an athlete figure.
Donald crossed his arms and Clara noticed a slightly wary look on his face. She tried not to let her nervousness come to play, but she felt a twinge of worry in he
