"Who are you?" Sofia was startled. Her eyes widened in shock. She was like seeing a ghost, a kind one because the ghost brought her dream apple pie. "Are you coming with my brother?"
Clara couldn't answer Sofia's question, who asked her identity. They didn't even know each other. What would she say to the girl as an explanation?
'I'm the stalker of this man.'
That would sound very fishy and horribly wrong. She would sound like a criminal.
'I only intend to give this apple pie to you.'
That would sound far-fetched. Who would believe it? Sounded like an overly good woman like Cinderella's fairy godmother.
Meanwhile, Sofia was still confused about Clara's presence at her house, and she suspected Samuel. "Is this woman making you late home, Sam? Because of her, you didn't buy me apple pies?"
"Sofia! None of this is what you see!" said Samuel defensively. "I don't even know who she is."
