Chapter Twenty Eight

Damien

Okay, I admit. I couldn't last the night without seeing Clara. I had to come over and feel her in my embrace before the sun comes out.

"Damien! I can't believe you are here. How did you get here? Was it through the window again?" Clara inquires from me with a bright smile on her face.

"No, I came through the door this time," I reply.

"You did?" She asks me with wide eyes.

"Yes, I thought I should make a more dignified entrance this time. By the way, nice party you threw down there," I tell her and her eyes grow twice the normal size.

"You attended the party?" she inquires from me.

"Well, kinda. I mean, I just arrived and the important activities seem to have already ended. I don't think that counts as attending the party, does it?" I tell her.

"I thought I was hallucinating when I started smelling your scent in the crowd of guests," she tells me.

"Why? Have you been drinking? "I ask her to confirm the smell of alcohol lingering on her.