TWENTY THREE

~CLAIR~

My phone began to ring as I brought out a pan of hot muffins from the oven. I drop it on the island and grab my phone from my back pocket. I look at the caller ID and frown. Dad? "Yes dad?", I answer. "Hello sweetheart, how are you doing?", he asks. "I'm good, thank you", I tell him.

"I need you to come home", he says. "What's wrong?", I ask worried. "Nothing, I just want to see you", he says with his voice strained. That spiked my curiosity. "What's wrong, dad? Seriously, tell me", I tell him. "Just come when you're chanced", he says. I nod and he hangs up.

Worried, I drop my phone on the island and sit down. "What could possibly be wrong?", I ask myself. I pick my phone and walk out of the kitchen.

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Knocking at the door, I adjust my red gown and my hair. I don't want my mom complaining about my appearance. The door opens and I see Jessica, our maid. "Good afternoon, Clair. Come in", she ushers me inside. I smile at her and walk in.