Chapter eight

Clara sat in the living room, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't believe it was finally happening. After months of waiting and countless phone calls to her lawyer, he was finally coming to her house today.

She had just finished talking to him on the phone when Nanny Grace walked in. Clara was startled and quickly tried to compose herself. "Oh, hello Nanny Grace," she said, trying to sound casual. "Is everything okay?"

But Nanny Grace's eyes were fixed on Michael, who was sitting on the couch next to Clara. "What's going on here?" She asked, her voice rising in alarm.

Clara could feel her face flushing with embarrassment. She had been so caught up in her excitement that she hadn't even thought about how it might look to have Michael in her house. She and Michael had been seeing each other secretly for months, ever since they met at a mutual friend's party. Clara knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt about him.

"Nanny Grace, it's not what it looks like,