Chapter 59

• Clara's POV
• I wore a purple long gown. It glittered at the bottom with diamonds, and my dark hair was loose down my shoulders. I looked beautiful, but it was cold beauty. Sophie Morton wore a pink dress next to Edward Harrington, who wore a suit and stood tall and serious. They were the epitome of a perfect couple. I saw the chill creep into Edward's eyes when he saw Oliver Whitfield and me approaching him, hand in hand. Oliver was lounging in his black suit, shirt open, a silver chain hanging on his neck.
• Edward's eyes followed my arm to my face. I averted mine. I did not have to glance at them. But Sophie stormed over. "Miss Whitmore, you are so pretty!"