“Yeah.”

“Do you think we could get a replica, something very similar?” Clara asked.

I looked from woman to woman, hoping to grasp something out of what was being said.

“I’m not so sure, but I could tell Nathan about it, he might be able to help us out,” Daisy responded.

“That’s a good idea,” Clara smiled.

“So I will do that tomorrow morning. Is that fine?”

“Sure.”

Then, at once, they both turned to me like I’d been caught in a bad act.

“Did I hear what I wasn’t supposed to hear?”

“No,” Clara immediately disagreed.

“Okay.”

“Yeah, so Clara, I know Jacob invited you to the anniversary celebrations,” Daisy started to say.

“Yeah?” She looked puzzled.

“Good. You’re coming, right?”

“Well,” she paused.

Subconsciously, I awaited her response anxiously. It appeared like a life and death situation, and I could hear my own heart beat like it was about to burst.

“Yes!” She finished.

Thank God! I heaved a sigh of relief.

“Great! Do you have a dress picked out or need help?” Daisy seemed to be more interested in that than in any other thing.

“I’d appreciate your help.”

Daisy giggled.

“So you know, I was thinking about that black dress and..”

“I’ll be in the study room.” I thought it proper to excuse myself from their feminine discussion.

“Okay.”

Clara and I glanced at each other before I left the living room.

All other things being equal, she was going to come to the function, and I was at the top of the moon. I skipped the remaining distance up the stairs, very well minding the concealment of my happiness from the woman downstairs by stifling it all in.

Chapter Fifteen

Clara

The doorbell rang at around four p.m. I had just finished bathing and was still in my bathrobe when I answered the door. A well-groomed man in a suit was standing just across the threshold.

“Good evening, ma’am, I’m Gideon. Mr. Bradley asked me to bring you to the function.” He said, smiling.