Chapter 46

Clara

“A ball?” I stared down at the cream cardstock invitation, the curling gold script declaring that I, Clara Donovan, had been invited to a goddamned ball. How cool would this have been, if I was seven?

“You should go.” Dario hovered in the doorway to the guesthouse kitchen, arms crossed and a shoulder propped against the doorframe. Casual. Almost friendly.

Were we friends?

“Why?” I half-turne