The Arrangement

[W.oH.oB.o]

Omg! I remember reading this!!
I just read through it again and it's really cute. You should continue to write, even if things might be slightly different.
I voted in the poll too though c:

[Medusa72]

Omg! I remember reading this!!
I just read through it again and it's really cute. You should continue to write, even if things might be slightly different.
I voted in the poll too though c:

Thank you for voting! I'm actually surprised at how many votes I'm getting.

[Medusa72]

Chapter Sixteen

Three months.
Clara only has three months left.
Everyone keeps asking her if she's excited. She say's yes, of course. That's what these knots in her stomach are... Right? It's just excitement?
Whenever Clara didn't have these knots in her stomach, she so dazed that someone had to pinch her just make her focus again.

On this particular occasion that I'm writing about, dear readers, Clarissa Bracken was quite dazed, indeed.

Opal-little, crippled Opal who is too smart for her own good-was sitting in boredom at the designers shop. A customary white dress was being chosen for Clara. It was supposed to be chosen by Clara. Wendy Bracken, however, had other ideas. Normally, Clara would have an issue with her mother being controlling, but Clara was in her own world.
It wasn't that she was fantasizing, but had the floating sensation that her mind was empty.
She didn't realize Opal was trying to get her attention until she very literally pinched her skin.
"Ouch!" Clara snapped back into the room, surrounded by fabrics and dresses, Wendy chatting in the background.
"Could you even hear me?"
"Hear you?"
"I was talking to you, but you just kept staring at the taffeta."
"Oh, I'm sorry Opal, I guess I was just thinking."
"What are we doing here?"
"What do you mean, 'what are we doing here', I need a dress if I'm going to marry your big brother."
"If," Opal muttered.
"Excuse me?" Clara did a double take.
Wendy rushed to Clara, "Oh Clara, come with me! We have to try on this one, I think it's perfect!"
Clara was whisked away to the dressing room.
As Clara was looking at herself in the mirror, she got the attention of her mother; who was bustling about the dress, tugging here and there, "Mom?"
"Yes, Dear?"
"If I marry Petey..."
"If? You mean when?"
"Right, when I marry Petey, that would make you..."
"His mother-in-law, you should have learned that by now."
"Of course, just making sure."

Clara knew the ins and outs of family labels, she wasn't the smartest girl on the block, but she had to see Wendy's reaction. Something was going on here, something in Opal's mind that was bigger than the knots in Clara's stomach.


The votes are in! You can still vote of course. I will still take the numbers into consideration. But most of you want me to continue this story. Your support means the world to me! So thank you all who have taken part by reading my scribbles, here. I have an ending in mind and so if all goes well then this story will come to an end in the next 3-5 chapters. I want to finish a story for once. AND SO, this will be a short story, but a finished story, none-the-less.

[Spiritstar3]

XP this is still awesome

[whimerri]

Marking to see more <3
This series is absolutely stunning, it just shows so much emotion and it almost makes me feel as if I was Clara!

[Medusa72]

XP this is still awesome

Lol, thank you.

Marking to see more <3
This series is absolutely stunning, it just shows so much emotion and it almost makes me feel as if I was Clara!

I appreciate that! It's amateur, of course, but yours and Spiritstar3's compliments make me feel good about myself.

[Spiritstar3]

XP Very welcome!

[Medusa72]

Chapter Seventeen

Clara was walking down a long hallway. She knew the end was coming up soon, but the dread that she felt rested in the bottom of her stomach. Clara looked to her left, where Petey was holding her hand. She was leading him down the empty hallway and could see the defeated look on his face.
"We're almost there," Petey says.
"Almost where?" Clara asks.
"To the end."
"Oh," Clara knew this. It was obvious, but the question had flowed from her mouth without her control.
Then, suddenly, she opened her eyes; and Clara took a deep, steady breath.

~

Clara and Petey were laying on a blanket. It was nighttime and the stars were extraordinarily bright. She was on her back, looking up and he was on his side, also looking up, but his body facing Clara's.
"Petey?"
"What?"
"Who did you picture marrying?"
"What?" he turned his head to face her now.
"I mean, before you found out you were arranged to me."
"Oh," Petey said, rubbing his chin, "I don't know."
"I was never a fan of weddings. I don't think I ever really fantasized about getting married either."
"Gee, thanks."
"No," Clara backpedaled, "It's nothing against you."
"I know," Petey said calmly, seeming almost disappointed, "That's just you."
Clara turned to look intently into Petey's eye's.
"That's just me," she whispered it to herself.
Petey and Clara looked into each others eyes seriously for a few minutes. Petey was gentle and slow as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers.

[W.oH.oB.o]

Looking good!
Curious/interested to see what happens next...

[WildCat :3]

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