Chapter 85

Chapter 85: CLARA's POV

Beatrice stood near the edge of the patio, wearing a cream color gown, her hair perfect, her makeup flawless. She was holding some discussion with a small group of women, all of them laughing at something she'd said.

Our eyes instantly met across the space.

Her expression flickered with surprise, and then calculation, as if she was plotting something.

She excused herself fr