The Inside Story

Chapter 13- The Husband

*Claire's Pov*

"Claire, wake up." I heard as Clark was shaking me awake.

"It's too early. Why do I need to wake up?" I said in a cold voice, I still am upset with him.

He sigh and laid down next to me, "I would tell you but, you won't like it."

I grumble, "This better be good."

I got up and check the time; it was 9:00 am. Damn Clark what is so important?

I went to my bathroom and got ready as usual. I wore a gray skull tank top with a pair of black leggings. I then put on my black combat boots and grabbed my black clutch.

I went to my living room, waiting for Clark to come down. Just in time, Clark came down with his keys around his finger.

I smirk, "Ready to go?"

He nodded and headed out the door. I soon followed him to the car and sat in the passenger seat.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" I said, going through the radio. Damn it, nothing is good on right now.

"Not yet." He replied, driving.

I groan and lean back on my seat and watched the view in front of me.

We drove for a hour until we reached our destination, guess what? It was a fucking wedding dress shop.

I glared at Clark who was playing with his fingers, "Can you explain why we are here?"

He shuttered, "We are here to find your wedding dress."

I glared at him with more heat than the sun can give.

Clark went outside and opened my door for me, "Lets go Claire."

I crossed my arms, remaining at my seat.

Clark glared at me, pulling me, "Stop being stubborn."

I smiled at him and flipped him the middle finger.

He clicks his tongue, smirking at me, "Fine, I wonder how Ace and the others will react when they find out that you kill people for a living."

I slit my eyes at him, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

I huffed and got out the car, stupid Clark.

I walked slowly to the shop and entered inside.

Inside the shop were many, many and many dresses to pick from. I followed Clark to the back section of the shop and saw Ariana, Jared, Sam, Vincent and Marco.

Ariana and Jared rushed to me, "Claire we haven't talked in years!"

I hugged them hard, "More like centuries, I miss you guys! Why haven't you called me?"

Jared messes my hair, "We thought you were mad at us."

"Don't worry; I am not mad at you guys."

Ariana grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the dressing room.

"Why the hell are we here?" I asked, looking around. It is small as hell.

She looked at me if I asked the most stupid question ever. "We are here to talk in private!"

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall, "We can go somewhere else but whatever. Talk."

That immediately made Ariana talk as fast as me running to the living room to watch TV first.