Chapter 107

Clara arched a brow, ignored Vanessa, and turned on her heel. The hem of her gown kept tangling as she walked. With a sharp kick of her calf and a quick bend at the waist, she gathered the skirt into her hand and strode toward the banquet hall.

'A nuisance,' she thought.

This gown was every bit as troublesome as the divorce papers Rosalind was still holding hostage.

The moment she entered the hall