Claire's POV

I stared into space, filled with a plethora of emotions. The most dominant one of them was worry. I had not seen Darren all afternoon and I was currently in the kitchen with Andrea and two maids, preparing dinner. Well, it was safe to say I was not doing anything because I was mostly distracted by everything going on in my head.

Where was he? What was he doing? How was he feeling? What was going through his head? Was he regretting everything that we had spoken about? Was he going ...