C4 Claire's past

CHAPTER 4

Claire's POV

The next morning I woke up in a really good mood. I got up and made my way inside the bathroom. After having a long relaxing shower, I wrapped a short fluffy towel around my body and got out of the bathroom.

For unknown reasons, I was in a mood to pamper myself. I don't have a job yet so I might as well enjoy my free day. Although I knew I needed to get a job as soon as possible so I don't become a burden to Anna even though I know she would never say that.

I applied a little bit of makeup even though nothing special was happening today. I just love the art of make-up. Maybe because it's also a way to let out my artistic side. I decided to wear an oversized hoodie with leggings, because I want to feel really comfortable today. I dried my hair and tied my hair up in a bun.

I got out of the room taking my phone along with me as I made my way to the kitchen. Thankfully Anna was still sleeping so I can carry out my plan of preparing a meal for her as my treat just to say thank you.

After taking out all the ingredients I needed, I was all set to prepare Anna's favorite meal. Spaghetti. I see why she likes it so much, it's a really good food when prepared properly, and I'm going to try my best to do just that.

"Good morning" Anna's sleepy voice makes me notice her as she walks into the kitchen still wearing a nightgown. She isn't really a morning person.

"Good morning," I replied, smiling brightly. "Well someone is definitely in a good mood, does it have anything to do with a certain hottie from yesterday?" she says, winking at me.

"No , nothing happened between us," I said to her seriously. "yeah I saw… Claire you know you have to move on from your ex and stop driving all the men that show interest in you away" she turns serious too. " I already moved on, but I just don't want to make this same mistake by having something with those extremely rich arrogant men that thinks the world revolves around them" I say blankly.

"Let's drop this topic then. Anyways, what are you making" Anna asks, making me grateful for the change of topic. I'm glad she isn't pushing it. "Spaghetti!" I replied smiling. "ohh I love you so much" she replied with an even bigger smile. "I know," I replied, chuckling.

"What's the occasion?" Anna asked.

"I just wanted to use this as a thank you gift," I replied. " you don't have too, but I'm glad you did though… I've been craving some spaghetti" she laughs.

Minutes later the food was finally ready so we sat down in the dining room to eat.

"mmh mmh I missed your cooking" she moans softly. "I'm glad you liked it," I replied .

"So about your job…" Anna started.

"I need to find one soon, I can't just waste my four years used in getting a business degree by doing nothing" I groan. " I know sweetie, too bad there's no open spot in the company I work for. but don't worry I'm going to look for one" Anna replied positively.

" What would I do without you?" I say teary eyed. " Nothing girl, nothing at all" She says laughing loudly. I can't help but join her laughter.

Soon after, Anna left for work so I was left alone. I decided to pick up one of my unfinished projects, the painting of my mother. I have been painting this for a while now, which is because of the number of times I drop it to start another painting. I just hardly feel ready to paint her portrait since I always go on an emotional rollercoaster any time I start.

I stare at the picture of my mother, which was found in my pocket the day I arrived with Mom written at the back of the picture. According to the nun in charge of the orphanage home.

I'm one of the many unlucky children that had to lose their parents at a very early stage of their life. For my case, no one is really sure if I have any other family members since no one came to claim me as their family. I was brought to the orphanage by a group of policemen when I was four years old, apparently I was the only one who survived an airplane crash. It's funny how I feel lucky and also unlucky about this. I had become an orphan since that day.

I don't know why I feel so connected to my mom till now. Maybe it's because she is the only family member I have a picture of… or maybe it's because of the possibility that she's still alive since she wasn't in the airplane on that day.

Anyways I still can't get answers since I know nothing about her, except how she looked 18 years ago. I think I already got accepted that I would never really have a family other than Anna.

My last relationship has also left me in a broken state which makes me reluctant about getting into any relationship. My ex pressured me so much, then ended up dumping me. Because apparently, he was too rich and hot to be with a girl who didn't want to have sex yet.

Well I don't mind being single...