scorchandburn

 Claire felt her chest rise and fall as she stepped into the dinning room where her aunt and her haughty friends were talking and sipping tea.  The smell of cinnamon and fresh lemon danced in the air with the strong stench of perfume coming from the long mahogany dinning table.  The sheen of the table only reflected her bubbling feelings of pure joy.  But she dreaded the idea of speaking to those women who held themselves in such high regard that you could taste the bitterness in the aurora around them. "Auntie Meg?"  Claire murmured as she stepped into the splendid room of magnificent decor and richly