OLIVER P.O.V❤️
"Your mom is coming over?" Viola yelled, bursting into the room.
"Yes, you heard me the first time," I said, rolling my eyes.
"So what does that mean for me?"
"You'll have to stay with your friends in the meantime,"
"You must be joking, Oliver, Do you seriously expect me to just leave while your mother is here?"
"Viola, you know as well as I do that my mother can't meet you here, You have to understand."
"At least introduce me to her," Viola said, her voice pleading.
"That's not possible, Viola, You have to wait until we work things out. Please, just trust me."
"Okay, fine," Viola said, her shoulders sagging.
"I need your help with something,"
"What is it?" Viola asked, her brow furrowed.
"I need you to help me dress Clara up,I want her to look like a queen. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Viola stared at me for a moment, her eyes wide. "You want me to dress Clara up as a queen?, I'm not sure I understand."
I took a deep breath and tried to explain. "I want her to look her best when my mother arrives"
CLARA ROSEWOOD P.O.V🤍
Viola called me into her room, and I had no idea what to expect. She started by applying makeup to my face, then put me in a beautiful dress. I stood in front of the mirror, amazed at how different I looked.
"Ma'am, what's the occasion?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
The smile slid off her face and she shot me a deadly look. I immediately regretted asking the question.
As Oliver entered the room, he stopped in his tracks and stared at me, his mouth agape. I felt like a deer in headlights, frozen in place.
"Oliver!" Viola yelled, and he snapped out of his trance.
"Yes, yes," he stammered, averting his gaze.
"Tell her!, She's asking what's going on, and you owe her an answer." Voila said
"Hey, listen, Clara, My mother is coming over, and I need you to play along. Whatever happens, don't say anything. Do you understand?"
I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and confusion. I nodded my head slowly, not sure what to expect. "Yes, I understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Babe, she just called," Oliver said, turning to face Viola. "I'm going to go pick her up."
"Make sure you drop me off on the way," Viola said, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.
Oliver followed behind her, and the door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the room.
I stood in front of the mirror, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down. I went into the bathroom and washed the makeup off my face. I put on a light coat of lip gloss, wanting to look presentable
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A few minutes later, the front door opened and Queen Marigold walked in.
"Where is Clara?" she asked, looking around the room.
"Mother, why don't you relax first?"
"No, I want her to come out here,"
"Clara... sweetheart" I heard Oliver call out, his voice gentle.
I hurried out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't used to being called sweetheart by him, and it made me feel strange.
"Good evening, Mother," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I tried to give her a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.
"Stand up, my dear," Queen Marigold said I did as I was told, rising to my feet.
"I'm sorry about your mother, and may her soul rest in peace," Queen Marigold said.
"Thank you, Mother," I said, trying to keep my composure.
"But why didn't the two of you come for her burial?" Queen Marigold asked, her brow furrowed.
"We tried to come home, but Clara was too distraught when she heard the news,I had to stay with her and take care of her."
"Hmmm... Mother, what would you like to eat?"
"Anything you want to make, my dear,I'm not picky."
I smiled, relieved to have broken the tension in the room. "Alright then, I'll make something delicious for dinner," I said, heading towards the kitchen.
"I'll look forward to it," Queen Marigold said, following me into the kitchen. I started to feel a little more at ease.
CLARA ROSEWOOD P.O.V🤍
That night, I had to sleep in Oliver's room. I stood there, feeling like an idiot, not knowing where to go. Should I sleep on the bed? On the floor? I didn't know what to do.
Just then, Oliver entered the room, catching me in my state of confusion. "Wait, did you think you were going to sleep on the bed?"
I flushed, feeling foolish. "I..." I stammered, unsure of what to say.
"Well, you're not, You're sleeping on the floor."
"But it's cold," I protested
"I don't care," Oliver said, his eyes narrowing. "You can't sleep in my bed. End of discussion."
I sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing.I laid down on the floor, my eyes wide open. The cold air bit at my skin, and I couldn't get comfortable. I felt strange, an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea hit me, and I rushed to the bathroom to throw up.
The rest of the night was spent in a similar fashion, me lying on the floor, unable to sleep, and vomiting periodically. It was a miserable night, and I was exhausted by the time the sun came up.
I wondered if this was just a case of nerves, or if something else was wrong........
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RomantikClara Rosewood and Oliver Night were childhood friends, but when it came time for Oliver to continue his studies, he left their village to go to the city. He promised to marry Clara when he returned, but when he did, he refused. However, his father...
