Chapter 50

Clara's POV

I kept strolling further into space.

At the long bar counter, a lady was perched on a stool. In her hand, she had a glass. With her back to me, her curly beach blonde hair was the only thing repulsing me.

She turned back and slowly scowled at her face, and my mouth fell open.

"Madison," I mutely said.

She took half of whatever was in the glass at once.

She motioned for me to proceed. With hesitation, I did so.

Why, and why did she ask to see me here?

"You are welcome to have a seat," she gestured to the stool next to her.

I just kept going ahead. I sat down next to her, making sure there was space between us.

Her glass smashed against the counter.

She brought me here, but why? Was it because the previous time, I interrupted her and Derek?

You may probably guess why I brought you here to avoid any chatter from the other maids. I hope that we continue having this discourse together." She said,

With a nod.

"I know you will be spending a lot of time with Derek because you are