"Are you okay, dear" There came a woman in her late forties. Bella Taylor, daughter of Elena and stepmother of Clara.

It's evident now that what Elena planned on that day itself. Of course to make her daughter, Mrs Taylor by eliminating Clara and Stella.

Stella is dead long ago leaving Clara to fight alone.

"I have an important meeting," Clara mumbled and stood up abruptly. She can't take another bite of this food.

Ron yelled at her again but she ran away from there.

As she was about to step outside, she bumped into another trouble of this morning.

"Hi, dipstick. Everyone has eyes. But I don't find them in you," Elsa, her step-sister, just a year and a half younger than her, spoke with a sly smile. She would taunt her all the time.

"Same way that everyone has a brain, and I wish you to have them," Clara doesn't sit back to hear her words. She always pays back for words.

But as usual, Elsa would plot again against her with Elena and Clara had to bear more tortures.

That's how the first half of Cinderella's tale is never ending to her life. But yeah, Cinderella never rebels or retaliates. But for Clara, her mouth works against her to make more trouble.

"Didn't you enjoy the spiciest Pasta? It was for flirting with my friend," Elsa said with a smirk. Clara widened her eyes realising the reason for her today's torture.

But it was not Clara who flirted with Elsa's friend, James. Instead, it was James who didn't let go of any opportunity to woo Clara.

Clara gave a sigh not wanting to even give any explanation regarding this.

"I loved it. Ask your grandma to work a little harder. It's getting boring nowadays" Again, damn her mouth. It was already burning, and she couldn't control her words.

Elsa stood there fisting her hand while Clara turned and wore her slippers to leave the place.

Elsa has always been jealous of Clara for her beauty, her courage, her boldness and most importantly her elegance even after getting bullied by everyone. Elsa decided to give more torture to her to console her jealousy.

Clara on the other hand reached her fashion house, Shopaholics. The only thing she has ever asked her father for is herself. It was her mother's fashion house and it was on the verge of shutting down. But Clara got back on track with her hard work.

She opened her laptop and opened her blog which was not at all a popular blog. She has a habit of writing quotes daily according to her mood and it lights up her day.

"Don't try to change the world." She chuckled reading her blog's title. She kept that title instantly when she had a great breakdown.

She typed a quote for this day.

"Life is too short. Make mistakes and learn from them. If someone doesn't agree with you, give them a high five" Clara paused writing them and gave enough space and continued writing.

"Give them a high five where they deserve. THEIR FACE." Clara felt as if she had done this with her grandmother. It gives enough strength to her.

"Ma'am, Miss. Florida is offering more for you to accept." Jenny, her assistant, came running.

"Jenny, I am not running this for business or money. It's my passion. And I will choose my projects. I don't like Florida. And I don't want to design for her daughter's wedding," Clara spoke in a threatening voice. Florida's daughter was her classmate and Elsa's friend, and that's the end of the topic.

"Don't disturb me. I will sleep now," Saying so, Clara lay on her couch. The routine of her life suffocated her as her eyes weighed more. Tears formed in her eyes as a result as small sobs escaped her lips.

"I miss you, Mom," she mumbled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

******

In a famous restaurant:

"I got a tip that The great Alexandar is dating a model. They are about to meet in this restaurant" A reporter beamed as he was ready to capture the exclusive picture.

Victoria, the famous diva of the modelling world came inside the restaurant with a smile. She noticed the reporter and smiled more as if she knew what would happen now. She just wanted to appear in a news column with Alex so that she could get close to him.

"I have reached the place," Victoria said in a call.

"Just ten minutes more." The person from the other end said curtly and hung up the call which annoyed Victoria for sure.

After ten minutes, someone came and sat in front of her. The reporter took a pic instantly. But his face fell when he noticed who actually came there.

"Hi, Miss.Victoria. We are glad to work with you on the next project. Here are the details of the contract you should take into account" Mac, the secretary of Alex said with a smile while Victoria glared at him with a poker face.

"I thought Alex would come," Victoria said in a disappointed tone.

"He can't personally meet all models right?" Mac pressed the word model loud enough for the reporter to leave the place with disappointment and Victoria's face flushed in embarrassment. She is just a model for him.

"I just hope, you don't pull such tricks again. And it's not Alex. Better call him Mr.Fernandez." Mac warned her with a serious tone.

"He won't be lenient for the second time." With that Mac left the place, leaving Victoria to grit her teeth.

Inside the car.

Alex looked at her through his window and clenched his fist. Nerve of the girl. How can someone have this courage

"Dad should really stop this," Alex mumbled catching the point exactly. No girl would near Alex this courage unless she has someone to support and that can't be none other than Frank Fernandez.

Alex got a notification and he smiled seeing the content.