Chapter 142

Clara's POV

"Mr Montenegro had someone pick out a few dresses for you for the charity ball this evening." She said as she pointed at a pail of clothes, all covered in their suit bags.

Hadn't I told him I wouldn't be going? What made him think he could go along and find me a dress anyway?

Poor Cassia didn't seem like the right person for me to be having that argument with.

"He left you a note too," she pointed to the letter at my bedside. "He is such a romantic, isn't he?" She giggled.

She stared at me with a wide grin before deciding to leave my room.

I waited for Cassia to leave before reaching for the letter.

Breakfast in the garden, please join me.

-Derek

His letter read.

I returned the letter to the bedside as I jumped off the bed.

After last night, I was still unsure how to feel about everything. I'd be a hypocrite if I tried to call him out for being a liar or for hiding things from me. He wasn't my favourite person either at the moment.

But I was hungry. Besides, I wasn't goin