✧ Lovelorn ✧

III ✘ Friends Don't Steal

And Clara does hope that maybe she could meet someone she'll love. Someone who'll love her. If so then it would change her ending.

The closest thing she is to death is by being engaged to Avarys Diatiro, the psycho prince. This time around, she's determined too to find a suitable fiance who won't kill her.

It was taxing.

"Clara, did you hear me?"

Clara blinked. She must've been lost in her own thoughts.

"Yes papa," She replied. "I'll prepare right away." With that, she excused herself and run off into her room.

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Night came and after a lengthy carriage ride passing a bumpy forest, they finally arrived at the Margavine Estate. Even outside, the lights from the ballroom peek through, and Clara could see the flood of carriages outside. Whoever this Duke Margavine is must be influential to have so many guests. Duke Margavine must also be the only Duke that her father does not have bad blood with. She heard that they were working closely together in anticipating weather patterns, organized storms and the regulating the electrical supply in the kingdom.

Duke Margavine was be someone so influential that her father dares not to reject his invitation. That says a lot since her father, if he can help it, does not attend social gatherings.  He's only active this social season for Clara's debut and so that they can find a suitable fiancee for her. Needless to say, when her father attends, the event is bound to be a success.

Now, after greeting Duke Edward Margavine and Duchess Elise Margavine, Clara was snatched away by her circle of influential noble little girls and separated from her father who was busy talking to his business partners and the couple.

"Hey Clara, it's good to see you that attended!" Angel Chapelle, a pretty girl with snowy hair that curled at the tips giggled happily. "And oh my god, where did you buy this dress?"

"And those shoes?!" Lucile gasped, pointing at her shoes.

These people are great at flattery. They're good company enough, but you have to praise them back. They're mostly sticking with each other because of their influence and of course, Clara was the daughter of the arguably most Powerful Duke of Gardenia (although Prime Minister Rosemond would like to contest that, but still..) . It's nice to have connections like that.

Clara gave them a close-eyed smile. "I've had these for a while now, I just never got the chance to wear them. If you have time, let's go shopping together at Margarett's."

"Oh we'd definitely love to!" Angel and Lucile said in unison.

"Hey, did you hear the the Margavines own a confectionery company?" Lucile gushed.

"I don't know, really?" Clara asked since she's got an insane sweet tooth. She'd like to try her hand at baking soon enough.

"Yep," Angel nodded. "Try their buffet, it's mostly filled with chocolates though. You'll love it Clara."

"But we can't touch the buffet yet," Clara said sadly, eyeing the closed lids of the food. "It's not yet, well, feeding time." She whispered the last part, which earned a chorus of giggles from the girls.