Threads of the Past

Dante's words hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension. Clara quickly averted her gaze and pulled her hand free from his grasp. If the kiss earlier had been just for show, as Dante claimed, then his actions now were a clear attempt.

'I'm not a naive teenager anymore. I know exactly what Dante is after,' Clara thought. She reached for the serving forks and placed a piece of pastry on Dante's pl