Chapter 12
If every night of being married to Astorre were like the past few then Clara's time as an unfortunate soul was over.
Though she probably wouldn't walk right, but that was fine.
She left the shower and dressed in another knee-length skirt and blouse; the skirt was olive green and the button-down of the day was black.
Astorre returned to their room with coffees on a tray. She took the cup and kissed his cheek then went in search of her black flats. She pointed toward the window with her head. “The fog is back.”
He placed the tray of food on a side table as he said, “It’s never really gone here.”
Right now she was too happy to actually eat. She finished her coffee and put her cup down. “It’s a good thing you have a castle then. I’d like to see the town.”
He grabbed his phone
