Chapter 107 - Allergic To Poverty (1/2)

”Young miss,”

Clara was interrupted from her work by one of the staff.

”What is it?” She asked, looking away from her laptop for a split second.

”Luther is here,”

”Luther is here?!” She shrieked, her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

”Why are you telling me this now?!” Clara shrieked, jerking up from her bed immediately, and rushed to the mirror where she began to examine her appearance.

The woman smiled at the Young Miss attitude yet didn't say anything.

Clara began to run her hand through her hair, trying to smoothen it but it still wasn't enough for her. She turned to the staff at once, ”Keep him company, I'll be down in a jiffy,”

The staff didn't need to be told what to do because this wasn't the first time Clara was excited at Luther's visit. She simply bowed and left.

”Gosh, there's no more time,” Clara panicked as she rushed into the bathroom where she washed her face in the sink, then hurried back to her room.

Seated in front of her dresser, Clara touched a light makeup on her face before running a comb through her hair. After confirming her dress wasn't rumbled or inappropriate, she popped a breath mint in her mouth and left her room.

Clara strutted down the stairs and went into the receiving room where Luther was waiting for him with a bouquet of flowers.

”Hi,” she waved at him shyly, a blush creeping up her face and God knew if Marcel had been here to view this scene, he would have vomited blood.

Each time he and Clara met, it always ended up in fights and she has never looked at him softly for once - just the way she was staring at Luther right now.

Clara took Marcel as a monster. Sadly, monsters and humans have no relationship whatsoever. In one word, she loathed him.

”Hi,” Luther replied with a charming smile before handing the flower to her, ”A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady,”

That quote was so cliché yet she loved it. Unlike her roguish fiancé, Luther was a gentleman and her type. He was handsome, kind, romantic, and caring. Luther was the type of man every woman out there wished for, Clara thought.

”Thank you,” She said, taking the flowers from him.

Clara handed it over to the staff from earlier and then commanded the rest of them, ”You can leave us now,”

Immediately, they all left without further ado and Clara and Luther were able to relax and have their conversation without their annoying presence.

In this household, privacy was a luxury they couldn't afford. Their lives were always in the open because of their status in society.

”You look beautiful today,” Luther added, ”Not that you don't always look beautiful anyway but you're amazing, Clara,” He breathed.

Clara blushed once more, tugging her brown hair to the back of her ear. Her mission of making Luther notice her was fulfilled. It's wasn't that he didn't appreciate her but Clara loved the attention.

”Stop it, you flatter me!” She became coy, beating him on the chest playfully.