Clara's face paled at the sound of her father's name being called. That was bad! Samuel's mother recognized her well. So fast as if without a pause.
There's no point in hiding her identity. Clara nodded slowly. She looked at Larissa with a confused feeling.
Clara tried to stay calm. She tried to convince herself that she was not a young girl six years ago who was afraid that her identity would be exposed when she was away from her parents supervision.
Meanwhile, Larissa remembered that soon the daughter of the Decker family would get married. Who else if not Clara? Because they only have one daughter.
"Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked. She then turned to Clara, excusing herself for a second.
"I will go—"
"I don't want to keep anything secret from you. You can stay here," Samuel said, holding Clara's hand, preventing her from leaving.
