Clara smiled at herself as she looked at the plan she had formulated. She was so confident in herself that nothing would go wrong. She opened her drawer and took out a piece of black clothing, which she wore. She tore a part of the dress and covered her face with it.
“Perfect!” She muttered to herself as she stared into the mirror. She glanced at the clock, and it was about five minutes to eleven in the evening.
She gently opened the door to avoid it making a creak sound and she tiptoed out of the room. She switched off the torch in her hand and blended with the darkness.
She ran as fast as she could to the prison area; the guards were moving about, which signified that they were switching positions.
She looked around as if she was waiting for someone. She heaved a sigh when she saw a figure approaching her, it was Lydia.
“Were you able to get it?” Clara asked while Lydia gave her a mischievous smile.
“Trust me, that's easy for me.” She replied as she dipped her hand into her shirt an
