"So, child... How's your training going? Are you enjoying it this time? I haven't seen you complain since that day... Come on, Willow, don't tell me you've seduced my daughter, have you?" Clara looked up from her plate and stared at her mother with such shame that the words were lost.
But it wasn't just Clara. Willow, Luna and Bartholomew, who was standing nearby, were shocked by the question.
Lady Clairborne noticed everyone's surprise and swirled the little wine at the bottom of her glass. "What is it? Why do you look so shocked? It would be normal. Willow is an attractive boy, and Clara has never lived with boys of a similar age to hers." She said.
The expression on Clara's face quickly migrated from embarrassment to irritation. Although the blush was still there, she was as angry as ever. It wasn't a tantrum like when Lady Clairborne said she had hired Willow as her new fencing instructor. She was angry now.
