CHAPTER THREE
If you gathered everyone into a room and took a vote, they'd agree Clair was an attractive woman. Most would argue she was beautiful… except her. She had dark, shoulder-length hair and kept her bangs perfectly trimmed just above her eyebrows. Below her brows were deep blue eyes and a modest, athletic small frame that stood at five-feet, six inches tall. To enhance her knock-out appearance, she was also a brilliant artist. All those things Clair was on the outside, she'd look at herself in the mirror and saw sadness and nothing else. Clair longed for a prince to come save her with answers and relief. The vision hung there in silence. She gazed at the reflected image and hoped for a Snow White moment and begged that it might speak magic words. She waited, but neither one ever
