Chapter sixty

Claire was about to walk out of the dining when her mother suddenly caught sight of her and called her back. "What in the name of hell are you putting on?" She asked with wide eyes.

"A dress, mum," Claire replied. Freda halted and glared at her dangerously. "You have to be insane to use that sarcastic tone on me! Have you listened to your goddamn mind! Why would you wear something so...so unappealing and you want to receive such an important guest?!" She snapped.

Claire folded her hands, "I'm more comfortable in this dress, Mum, I don't want to put on something else," she replied as sternly as she could.

But even with her stern face, her face still showed that she was downright terrified of her mother and she couldn't stand any form of confrontation. Freda must have seen it in her eyes too that she wasn't ready for a fight - not like she had ever been - and so she took advantage of it. "I'm going to make sure that you don't ruin this day for me!" Freda said coldly.

Claire looked d
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