CLARA'S POV.
Night fell. Since this afternoon, I had been confined to my room. Several times my mom knocked on the door and persuaded me to have lunch.
"Come on, honey. I'm sorry for what I said. I just want what's best for you."
I didn't want to listen to anything. I was already disappointed with mom's attitude.
When dinner time came, I was too lazy to see Hailey and my mom, so I asked one of the waiters to bring my dinner to my room. I just wanted to be alone, away from the stale conversations that would only make me more upset.
I sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through my phone screen without actually reading anything. Looking at photos that weren't really useful to me. It's just a distraction from my disappointment.
There was a knock on the door. Despite my laziness, I go
