Clara sat at her seat and adjusted herself. She focused on those emerald, green eyes and smiled.
“No one that’s not already here.”
“Then why—(are there five other plates.)”
Clara went from a single individual to six. It was as though Clara was a prism exposed to white light. The transition was as quick as a lightning bolt, and just as suddenly every chair was filled.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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