I Am The Queen's

#27.

In the middle of the cold that had entered through the open window because of Clara who opened it deliberately, showed Clara who was sitting on the sofa facing directly to the side yard.

There, it is clear that Clara with her face and all over her body are still wearing sweat marks. Clara tried to calm herself down, and enjoyed the cold air that entered, while looking at the green grass with a large tree that was very lush, but clearly maintained in the side yard.

"I've been sitting here for 30 minutes with the bone-chilling cold, but really I'm not tired or want to rest. I'd better take a shower."

After monologuing with herself, Clara immediately walked towards the bathroom, and began to clean her body.

Any kind of soap is on the bathroom end shelf, willing to bar soap, liquid, and accompanied by some other famous brand. Clara Sampaio shook her coconut many times, and had time to think about not having to use soap.

But the intention was immediately he ignored because he felt disgusted if he did not shower, especially last night in Clara's nightmare. Triggering a lot of sweat out of all the pores in his body, so his taste is rather disgusting if not shower using soap.

After a few minutes, Clara finished the bath, wearing a towel that closed from the chest to half the thigh. Her hair is wrapped in another small towel, because it had shampooed the hair earlier.

Ordinary after finishing the bath, the minds of some people immediately fresh and as if getting a new spirit. Not with Clara.

Clara is currently sitting on the sofa she sat on before taking a shower, while folding both hands on her chest with her face wrinkled on all sides.

"I should have checked the contents in the wardrobe, then immediately after the shower. As a result, I just found out that I don't have clothes to wear because the wardrobe is empty. My clothes that were worn yesterday were brought by the waiter last night, he said he wanted to be washed. While the nightgown was already wet because of the sweat I produced during the nightmare. Haiiisss, stupid brains... I really can't think before I act.."

Clara felt emotion in herself, for not using the brain in the situation she was supposed to. Right now, the brain is wrong.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck.. 

The sound of the door being knocked was heard.

"Sorry, but who is knocking on the door ? " With caution raised, Clara chose to ask.

Who knows what Detrian is at the door, right ? It could be dangerous if Detrian saw himself using only a towel, which covered some important organs.

"Sorry Miss Clara... I'm the waitress who last night helped you. Beside me are also three other servants who served you last night. We've come to help you prepare, because Mr. Detrian is waiting for you at the dinner table. " Obviously a lady-servant from across the door.

"Ah, so you guys are. Then just go straight in, the door is not locked. " With a relieved face, Clara immediately stood up.

And when the door opened, the four female servants showed shocked faces, because they saw Clara who only wore a towel.

"Ah.. I'm sorry, I've been overheated from the nightmare, so if I wait for you, then I'll continue to sit with a sense of unease that is rampant." While scratching his nape that was not itchy, Clara explained what had happened earlier.

After hearing Clara's explanation, the four maids immediately ran towards Clara and held her hands, shoulders, face, and legs.

"God.. Why do you use your own hands in doing trivial things Miss... Gosh, your smooth hands can't touch a bar of soap alone.."

While rubbing Clara's palm and back, the maid forbade Clara from doing anything trivial on her own.

"Geez, your shoulders aren't dabbing properly. You just scratch like how to bathe commoners, even though there is a special foam and some ways that must be done to take care of your shoulders... " She complained of one more servant.

"Your feet are not incandescent properly.. Gosh, your leg veins are folded. Hiks, wasted my efforts last night.. " Say her one more servant while watching Clara's calf.

"Look at your face, surely you only use ordinary soap when bathing earlier.. Actually it shouldn't be like that, why don't you wait for us who already have the skill to take care of the body ?? "

Reversing Clara's face, the last servant told her of her disappointment, for Clara did not care about her white and clean face

"Hehehe... I'm used to bathing like this when I was in my castle first. Because Sonya with her inhumane attitude, only gave me five minutes to bathe, with just one bucket of water and one bar of cheap soap. So it's natural that you take a bath like this... " Inner Clara who felt awkward at being noticed like this.

If the one who saw the current state was Helena her servant first, it was certain that all day Helena would just scold Clara and let out all those beautiful words that sounded piercing in hearing.

"I think you just have to give me clothes to wear. Because as you said earlier, Detrian is waiting for me at the dinner table. Today we're going to do something, so it makes sense to have breakfast at five in the morning. "

Unwilling to extend the drama arising from complaints of complaints to the four maids, Clara decided to discuss something else.

The four maids did not mind, and gave some clothes for Clara to try, if it feels suitable and comfortable where, please use what Clara wants.

Because Clara did not want to be helped to get dressed, the four servants waited outside the room. I don't know, maybe Clara still feels strange to the four servants, so they don't let them see Clara's body.

Or, Clara only wanted one servant who served her from childhood to the present, who could see her body. I don't know, but that logic sounds reasonable. Because all the ins and outs of Clara are clearly known by Helena. As well as the ins and outs of Helena, all of her is known by Clara.

Clara did not want to choose a dress like when she was an innocent Miss, Clara immediately took a plain white shirt that showed a little belly, with black jeans as her partner. And for the addition Clara wore a black leather jacket, gloves of a similar color to the jacket she wore.