The stretching of her legs, as she pulled the stockings up, Claire stared at herself in the mirror, as she stood up.
Bewilder thought, Could I be changing, could I be thinking like Thornton, "she questioned her own mind?"
I must still keep closure to myself, for my true love Sebastian, she felt hidden, locked in her heart of pain.
She continued on fixing her hand, and she tried to keep herself together emotionally, always being on guard where Thornton was concerned.
Squirt...squirt, mist of Old English lavender sprinkled her olive skin of silk, with the clanking of her heels down the staircase.