Chapter 63
Clara's POV
"Why do I feel like there's something I'm not hearing?", Ruby took a step back, her eyes scanning her painting before she dipped her brush into the colour palette.
"What are you talking about?"
"Did you suddenly develop amnesia overnight?", she muttered out, her eyes fixed on a spot she was painting.
We were currently in Ruby's makeshift studio in the basement of my house. It was used as a storage room prior to her visit but we'd somehow pushed all those things to a corner and made her own little studio.
The place was cluttered with a lot of paintbrushes, paints, a few easels, a large tarp and other items but it made the place even homelier.
"Why would you say that?"
"The guy knocked you up and threw you to the curb", she stated in her best 'it is an obvi
