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Courtney

The first thing I did when we got home was pack her belongings from Donald's room. I unlocked the door and found her sleeping with an angry look.

When you're asleep, aren't you supposed to be an angel? It's the exact opposite for Clara. Even in her sleep she looked like the devil that she is.

I put her luggages beside the bed and closed the door.

I couldn't sleep all night, I kept tossing and twisting on the bed, having a bad feeling in my mind.

I yawned tiredly and freshened up, keeping the dress I bought yesterday in a box on my wardrobe then began my house chores.

"What are my luggages doing here?" Clara yelled from her room and I happened to be in the hall way.

"That'll be your new room Clara" I replied.

"You don't call me Clara, you call me madam and you can't tell me what to do in this house, my house"

"I only respect those who deserves it and you don't also, last I checked Donald and I own this house. The only difference is he pays the b

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