Chapter 11 - "The First Floor..."
Clara's PoV
I woke up and had my eyes adjust to the summer light coming through the window.
It was beautiful in fact to see the sun shine through. But it wasn't however the light that woke me up.
It wasn't even the warm arms wrapped around me tightly that woke me from my dream state.
It was the insistent knocking on the door of the hotel room that caught my immediate attention.
'Miss Clara. Are you okay? Are you in there?' Amy cried about ready to knock the door in just to make sure I was alive. I haven't slept so well in ages so it wasn't too shocking that I was just waking up.
Then the realisation hit me.
We fell asleep before John could leave. It's broad bloody daylight and people will recognise me. If they see a strange man jumping out me bedroom window it could all be over.
I jumped up the realisation hitting me and poked John in the face. 'Oh my god John' I snapped.
He stirred as I threw some clothes on and started throwing clothes at him, his eyes widening and seeing sense.
'Miss Clara, tell me your okay. I'll call for help' Amy said.
'No. Amy I'm fine. Just bare with me a moment' I called out. 'All is fine and completely normal' I yelled. I ran to the window and slid it open, looking out to make sure no ones around. 'You'll have to climb out the window' I said in a hushed tone.
'I'm not climbing out the window'
'You'll have too. There's no other option' I said making him aware of the situation we're in right now. 'You have to get out. There's a tree'
'Were on the first floor'
'Please. I've jumped out of windows that are on the 5th floor. Like I said the tree will help' I pointed out buttoning his last button.
He jumped onto the tree branch and looked back. 'You know your better in the morning than I ever imagined' he chuckled.
'You too' I smirked, looking around one last moment and kissed him again. 'No handing in your notice until I get home. Agreed?'
'Yes boss'
'Technically I am'
'Stop flirting! My maid is just the other side of the door'
I smoothed out my hair and hid the black sock that was lingering under the bed. Checked for anymore of his clothes laying around and opened the door.
- - -
'Your hair is amazing Lilly. I wish that my hair was so smooth'
'Your hairs better. You've got long brunette locks. I would rather that than be stuck with curly brown hair sometimes'
'It will be perfect for the wedding. What are you doing with it?' I asked.
'Richard prefers it to be curled, and so do I to be honest. I think I'll have Amy do it though. She seems to be better than my maid'
'You know we can share Amy if you like? I mean she is good at looking after people. And I hardly use her anymore anyway' I shrugged.
'Seriously? If your sure'
'I prefer to dress myself and do my own hair these days - much to my fathers hatred'
'How was your Date? You never did say? It's been a few hours that you've been home and you haven't sat two words.
'Yeah well. The date was awful. In never going to someone that I've been set up with again'
'To be fair Father knew Richards family and we've been in love since we first clapped eyes on each other' she admitted.
'Yeah. Well love story's are made to be hidden' I muttered.
'So Mr posh wasn't for you then?'
'No'
'Got eyes on anyone else?'
'No' I lied but sighed.
'You know I can tell just by the way, your lying. There so is someone else' she said. 'Spill. Come on. I'm your cousin. Tell me' she demanded.
'No way'
'Really? Because you went on a date last week and come back all glowing. I'd say that the date went really well but I know you've got more morals than that' Lilly chuckled as I straightened her hat.
'I did no such thing' I lied. 'And anyway. The date was awful. Like I said. I'm not marrying anyone that my Father decides to set me up with. I hate being set up' I muttered.
I sat on the bed and sighed. She new something was up anyway and I was starting to regret things now.
I haven't seen John today, but when I asked downstairs, he has the weekend off. Personal matters.
'If I told you something... You wouldn't think any less or tell anyone would you?'
'Of course not Clara, your my cousin. And we're going to be living together as soon as my stupid Mother and Father move out. Now come on. Spill'
'I think I did something bad. I mean I wouldn't say bad exactly. I'm not regretting it but my Father might disown me when he finds out'
'Come on tell me'
'I did have sex and spend the night with someone in London' I spluttered out. Better her - someone that I trust opposed to someone else, who would tell Dad straight away.
'I knew it. But sex really Clara? Even I haven't just yet' she said. 'Your morals are shunned. There's no way you'll be able to marry now' Lilly said worriedly.
'It doesn't matter because I love him. And love concours all' I muttered.
'Come on then who is it? Fancy Scotsman? Posh looking aristocrat?' She asked.
'No'
'Then who. Come on. I won't tell'
'It's was footman'
She gasped. 'As in a servant? A butler?' She smacked.
'Yes. And umm. It was my Fathers footman' I muttered.
Her eyes widened in shock leading to one very awkward conversation.
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