Sara’s POV
When Claudia appears after the thirty minutes, she glares at me when she notices the dress still lying on the bed.
I’ve also not stepped into the bathroom to clean off all the gunk from running for hours today.
She matches towards me, her eyes burning with rage. I don’t get enough time to brace for the slap she lands on my cheek a moment later.
My head snaps back from the force of it while I stumble back. Tears sting in my eyes, but that doesn’t keep me from glaring right at her once I regain my balance.
“I want to see him,” I tell her.
I sure am not dressing up for whatever plans he has for me. I might not have a way out at the moment, but I’ll not make this easier for him.
“Shameless,” she spits. “How dare you think you have the right to ask for anything in this house?
