Chapter 680

As soon as Clara walked back into the main hall, she felt out of place, like she

didn't quite belong. But with Walter's eightieth birthday coming up, she knew she

couldn't let her discomfort show. Everything had to be perfect. Dylan was already

busy-people kept pulling him aside, making him go over guest lists and approve

every little detail.

Clara quietly found a seat in the corner, hoping to fade into the background. That's

when she heard a soft whisper and the quiet shuffle of footsteps. Suddenly,

someone slipped a photo into her hand.

She glanced up, catching a glimpse of the person's back as they disappeared into

the crowd, but she couldn't figure out who it was.

Simon had delivered the picture, just like Aaron had insisted. "Make sure Clara

gets it in person," Aaron had said, convinced the photo would bring back old

memories for her.

The photograph was small, barely bigger than her palm-easy to hide, easy to

keep secret.

Before she even had a chance to look at it, she caught Dylan watching her from

across the room. For a second, guilt twisted in her chest, though she didn't really

understand why. She just quickly hid the photo inside her clothes and avoided his

eyes.

Dylan was tied up for another hour, going through every last detail for the party.

nodding off in her seat, he knew she

quietly asked a

could rest.

staff at the old mansion were polite enough, but everyone knew they

really like Clara.

Clara figured she'd

She led Clara down the hallway,

very last

a

Dylan had no idea what was

must be her room for the

thanked the maid.

maid just snorted. "This is where you belong. Being

family isn't so simple."

staff knew how to pick sides, and lately, with Tara visiting all the

her. They saw

Clara was just an outsider, someone who'd taken

that was

Walter still refused to acknowledge Clara as

staff naturally followed the lead of the

the door closed

on the

the room was nothing like

bright chandeliers downstairs, but

still make out

random stuff piled around.

was small, cluttered with boxes

walked over

window and looked

was lit

she saw

standing together, talking.

thought she

and looked again.

was

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