The Stolen Heiress

Clara

Flashback

“Clara, come here.”

One of the nuns called out to me, and I immediately turned around and ran toward her, my small feet moving as fast as they could across the cold floor. I was only seven, my legs short and clumsy, but I didn’t dare slow down. When I reached her, she placed a small tray into my hands, the porcelain warm against my palms.

“Take this to the director’s office,”