He reminded her of someone she thought she’d buried with her past. She sent him back into the storm, anyway. The next day, he gave her a reason to remember who she really was.
Clara hadn’t come from money, but she had spent her adult life learning how to carry herself as if she had. Her heels never clicked too loudly on the marble floors, her voice remained steady whenever she greeted a guest, and her posture was always perfect, almost regal.
None of it came naturally, though. She had built it all from the ground up, learning through trial, error, and hard-earned lessons.
She was now 32, and not a single day had come easily.