Clarissa Lawson Novels & Stories

Abby walked over slowly. The woman looked up. Young. Maybe thirty. Brown eyes. Tired face. But strong. Sharp. “You came,” the woman said. Abby sat. “Who are you?” “My name is Clarissa,” the woman said. “I knew Alice.” Abby’s heart skipped. “Edward’s maid.” “Yes. The one who left. The one who wrote that letter.” Clarissa reached into her bag and pulled out a photo. She slid it across the table. Abby picked it up with shaking fingers.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

She wasn’t sure if Lucas was referring to Robert Jenner. But she couldn’t think of another Jenner who might need Laurence’s help. “Thank you for your help.” “Don’t mention it.” Lucas had brought someone with him today. She was a young lady who looked to be around Zoey’s age. Lucas introduced her to them, “This is my fiancée, Clarissa.” Clarissa looked cheerful and lively. She greeted them with a wide smile. “Mr. Scott, right? I’ve heard about you from Luke.”