Claire’s POV
"Whatever it was! I am not in the mood to talk about it," Sissy said, rolling her eyes. "I am going to shower, and you’d better be ready when I am done!" She gave a look and walked off.
I chuckled quietly. "Why do I feel like I suddenly have a mother?" But the word "mother" caught off guard, and I felt my heart sink as I thought of my child, who was no longer here.
I rose to my feet as I felt heavy in my heart. "How could I let myself get distracted and forget my own child?" Tears filled my eyes as a wave of guilt washed over . "No," I whispered. "I need to stay away from him. Whether he loved or not doesn’t matter. I just can’t be with him and let him remind of those horrible mories."
I rushed to my room, tossing the script aside as I tried to steady my breathing. I wasn’t in the mood to read anymore, let alone go to that audition.
All because of that man! How did he still have such an effect on ? I was frustrated as I grabbed my anxiety pills, taking a couple of them to settle my nerves. "No," I whispered to myself firmly. "I need to stay away from anyone with the last na Kensington!"
I lay on my bed as tears slipped down my cheeks, lost in the painful mories of that night. I still couldn’t believe I had rushed out of the house over sothing I saw on TV—sothing I had thought I was already numb to.
If only I hadn’t run out that night. The rain had only made things worse, adding to the misery I already felt and pushing further toward my breaking point.
Everything ca rushing back to , tearing my heart into pieces. But then I heard the bathroom door click open, signaling that Sissy was done. I still wasn’t ready. Though I didn’t want to work or do anything anymore, I knew I couldn’t let Sissy down. She had worked so hard for this opportunity.
Last ti, Susan had gotten us kicked out of the project, and we were barely making a living since we ca here as I had donated everything that I had earned till then. I needed this job more than ever, not just for but for Sissy too.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping for so peace. But the mont I did, Eliam’s chubby, cute face appeared in my mind. His innocent smile made my heart ache, but it gave strange relief.
I had a sudden urge to go to Eliam and hug him. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt that if I held him close, maybe it would calm the burning ache in my heart. The thought of his small arms wrapping around , offering the comfort I needed. It gave a fleeting sense of peace.
I quickly shook off the thought. I quickly moved to get ready. I didn’t want Sissy to worry or nag , especially when I wasn’t feeling my best. The last thing I needed was to add more stress after hearing her words.
With a deep breath, I grabbed my clothes and went to get ready. I had to pull myself together, for Sissy’s sake, for the job, and for Eliam’s innocent smile that had beco a great source of my energy.
Sissy ca out of the washroom, looking fresh and ready. It seed like she had taken her ti getting herself ready, thankfully. That gave just enough ti to collect myself and push the chaos of my emotions to the side.
"Shall we leave now?" Sissy asked, grabbing her bag and the script from our room.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. I couldn’t afford to let them take over, not now.
"Yes, sure!" I replied, forcing a smile. I had to get this role no matter what. No matter how much I wanted to shut myself off from everything right now, this was important.
Sissy gave a knowing look but didn’t say anything, and we both walked out together.
The cab was waiting outside, and we soon reached the building.
Sissy looked at . "Ready?"
I took a deep breath and nodded. "Let’s go."
We arrived at the audition spot soon, and the mont I stepped inside, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Once, this was my dream— to act, to make a na for myself. But after marrying Evander, I had given it all up, becoming the perfect housewife that I could.
Now, being here again felt surreal, like I was stepping back into the life I had left behind, but at what cost?
As we entered the building, my eyes fell on a familiar figure— Damian Stor. Was he also part of this project? They hadn’t released much about the cast, but seeing him here, I was pretty sure he would be in it.
Why did I have to run into him now? I was barely managing to push thoughts of Evander aside, and just seeing Damian brought everything back— especially that painful night when Evander was burning up with fever.
"Oh my God! Don’t tell Damian is in this cast!" Sissy gasped in awe as her eyes were almost popping out of her socket. She grabbed my hands and urged, "You have to be in this movie, even if it’s as a table or chair! I will take it!"
"Seriously?" I cringed and was about to push her away when a voice ca from behind.
"Aren’t you that nanny?"
"Excuse ?" I asked as I was genuinely confused. "Are you talking to , Mr. Stor?"
"Yes, indeed! Aren’t you the nanny from the Kensington family?" Damian replied with a playful smirk that made want to roll my eyes. But I kept my cool and answered calmly.
"Mr. Stor, I hear that a lot; I must have one of those faces," I said with a polite smile. "But I have no idea what Kensington family you are talking about."
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