The Sinclair Fortune

“Mother, you should calm down,” Clarissa Mercer said as she studied her reflection in the tall mirror. “Really, you look like you have eaten something sour. Don’t you care about your wrinkles at all?”

Then Clarissa frowned. She was dressed in a sky-blue gown that fell straight without shape. Her makeup was barely there, light foundation, a faint tint on her lips. She tilted her head from side to s