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But her face made them wary. She looks cruel, although beautiful. Claire Lee. A sophisticated bachelorette at the age of 25. “So, what do you think Claire?” The old man turned to her. He was smirking, knowing what her reaction would be. Claire raised her eyebrows, “Why does it matter?” She said. “Of course, it matters!” The old man laughs. All of the person around the table focus their attention to Cindy. They seems curious and was anticipating her answer.

A surge of delight rushed through her, and she felt all giddy inside as if she had finally found something that fit perfectly in whatever it was she wanted to fit. "What's her name?" Violet asked. "Clare Leighton, Your Grace. She's twenty-one now. Dropped out of college to help her struggling parents, and currently labors over three jobs to make ends meet. So apparently, she is single." "Hmm...a family-oriented girl," Florence mused then turned to Violet. She felt like she was a sea diver holding their breath waiting for her friend's reaction. Violet, on the other hand, looked skeptical. She shrugged and tossed the photos onto the coffee table then leaned back against the couch. She looked u

Melinda’s POV Claire West was exactly what I expected. Perfect posture. Crisp blazer. No visible flaws. The kind of woman who spoke in statements that felt like they’d already been edited and approved for publication. We met in a private conference room at the Hotel Belvedere. James sat between us, but not as a buffer. He knew better. Claire offered a tight smile. “Melinda Holt. In the flesh.” I returned it. “Claire West. Still wearing black and judgment, I see.”

My new shoes got splashed by the girl's juice and again, Sandra and I also had to be a spectacle because of what she did. “Tam, your shoes….” "That's how it is." My eyes then fell on the bespectacled girl who was still sitting on the floor. She with a sad look makes me a little sorry. Her clothes were all dirty from the spilled food and juice. Ah, at least she's even with me. “Tam, I'm sorry for what happened to your shoes. Honestly, she's really clumsy,” sneered Alexi who had just finished enjoying her lunch. She who sat not far from the scene was really relaxed looking at us. Likewise the other students, who just laughed and gossiped about the girl below me.

Claire called behind her. “What? I said I don’t want any coffee right now.” Julie replied, not entering after her daughter playing on her phone and not paying attention. “Hello, I’m Claire Elon; who are you?” Claire asked to complete the introductions, and they had practiced this scenario before leaving this morning. “Hello, I’m Tabby Fuler,” Tabby replied. “Oh, hello, I’m Tabitha Elon,” Tabitha replied also. “I thought you were Dalton?” Amber asked, confused.

I conceded, “Fair enough. But I think you should go first since you have an unfair information advantage.” She smiled, accepting the challenge. “Claire Renwick, thirty-six, investigative journalist specializing in criminal justice issues and financial crimes. I have two dogs—Winston, the chocolate Lab you must have seen on I*******m, and a recent rescue named Pepper who’s still deciding if she likes me. For fun, I hike, read obscure history books, and binge-watch cooking competitions while eating takeout.”

Oslaz said. "Oh..." Understanding flickered across her face—but vanished just as fast. She scrunched her features in disbelief. "People do that? Young people of today… Did you do that with Zyliah?" She immediately faced me. "Did he do that to you?" I shook my head. She turned to him. "What's her last name?" "Bermout. Claire Bermout. She's the daughter of..." "Danielle Holly Bermout. The famous actress and musician?" Grandma Charlotte wrinkled her nose.

She went to the office early, before the building filled, and knocked on the communications department door and Claire opened it and they looked at each other for the first time knowing what they were. Claire Reyes was thirty-five years old, four years older than Lila, with a bearing that was European and precise and an expression that was guarded in the specific way of someone who has learned to read rooms carefully because rooms had often held surprises she didn't like. She was wearing the Kingsley jaw in the same way Lila wore it — slightly more pronounced, inherited from James rather than from Lila's father's side of the line, but unmistakable once you were looking for it.

A young maid appeared. "My maid saw her," said Juniper. Juniper’s maid curtsy in front of all the princes. "What’s your name?" asked Austin. "It's Claire Samson," answered Claire. Claire have blond hair and blue eyes. She’s a woman in her early twenties. She recently started working for Princess Juniper. "Tell me what did you see?" "I saw this elderly woman cleaning Princess Juniper's room this morning. Then I saw her sneaking around. When I asked her what she was doing, she claimed to be putting stuff away. Then I found her later trying to pawn it off to one of the travelers who was passing by.”

Chapter 1: You Will Have My Seed "Are you sure we should be digging this site, Claire? Haven't you watched enough movies by now to not know what happens next?" Harold, Claire's best friend and contractor asked her in uncertainty. "We could be digging Frankenstein for all we know." Claire rolled her eyes with a scoff. At twenty-three, and freshly achieved the title of an archaeologist, she was eager to find national treasure or something that can prove how old the world is. Something news-worthy, something that can make her see her name on the front page or trending.