CLARA
Yesterday had rolled by and Roberto had not even bothered to call me. Who was I kidding? He didn't even have my contact.
I paced the room up and down, wondering what to do with my day. It wasn't easy being stuck in this giant mansion with nothing to do but use my phone, watch movies, or sleep.
Then my mind went to Roberto's letter. He had left his credit card saying I could go shopping wherever I wanted and spend whatever amount of money I wanted. The funny thing was, I didn't even need the dresses, what did I even want to shop for? I needed to do something fun.
I stared at the sweater I was knitting which lay on my bedside table. It was a bright yellow. Reminded me of summer but funny enough, summer wasn't a time for sweaters.
A maid came to announce that my breakfast was ready and I changed into something comfortable to go downstairs.
There goes the greetings again. I answered as much as I could. The rest, I nodded as usual.
"So Maria. What interesting thing do you think
