Once a black Mercedes pulled up in the driveway, Claire felt her heart might jump out of her throat.
For the past two hours, she had been sprawled on the couch in the living room with Jane Austen’s Persuasion on her thighs. Focusing less on the pages and more on the wall clock. After grandma left, she went upstairs for another quick shower and changed into a fresh T-shirt from Vincent’s closet. It was black. And this time, she even used one of his ties as a hair band and secured her wild hair with the help of it. Overall, it turned out pretty decent if you ask her. Besides, if he hadn’t taken her words seriously until now, maybe the lack of clothes for him to change into would help to make up his mind.
She could only hope for the best now.
Abandoning the book on the couch she had been s
