Chapter 72

"Miss Barrington, long time no see," Clara said with a light smile. She looked like she was in a great mood, but the kind of good mood that made people second guess what she was actually thinking. "You..." Fiona stammered, unable to form a complete sentence. Clara, on the other hand, casually reached for the snacks on the table. "Want some chips? Mr. Blackwood got them, they’re pretty decent." It was a bag of potato chips. Clara never said no to chips. Funny thing? Fiona used to be obsessed with this brand. Back when they weren’t available in River City, Ethan had to get them imported. All because Fiona liked them. He stocked up, again and again. But Fiona was all airs back then, always whining about dieting. Even chips had to be eaten with coaxing from Ethan. Clara always thought Fiona was one of those "I'm so delicate, please adore me" types. Looking back now, yeah—weak, soft, and tragically beautiful. Compared to herself, who was always steady and dependable? Fiona clearly knew how