An important appointment had been scheduled. The Deckers had prepared a sumptuous dinner for the Johnsons tonight. Clara's future husband was coming to the house.
Clara had resigned herself to the fate of her love life where there would be no hope anymore. She would not have the experience of falling in love like other girls her age. She would not experience a sweet romance story like in a fairy tale.
Being a daughter of a rich family was sometimes good, but sometimes it was also suffocating. It depended on how your family treated you and valued you. Are you considered as a favorite daughter, or as an asset to maintain their wealth?
Clara was the second kind. Her father wanted her to be a useful daughter to maintain the family fortune. Everything had been determined. She had agreed because it was the only way she could become a doctor, her dream.
"Hi, I'm Dave."
