closed starter for @clarabelldujour·
in the year since chloe had been home, there had been little to no headway in mending what bridges extended between her and clara. it hadn’t always been like this - or at least, chloe didn’t think it had always been like this. she knew there was issues between their father and clara, but her mother treated clara like her own, and the two of them had always wanted such different things - different lives, different goals, different personalities - that there wasn’t a competition between them, not really.
but there were secrets, secrets that burdened them both. secrets they could not and had not ever found a way to talk about, and that shared guilt - it had deepened a crack between them that had shown up somewhere in childhood that they’d never even gotten a chance to truly repair.
but chloe was in solaris bay - for the foreseeable future, at least - and so were their parents, and her niece. if it wasn’t for clarissa, perhaps chloe could have accepted the space between them and kept her distance - but her niece was too important, a part of her she wouldn’t let go of, and so at least once a week, chloe found herself at clara’s doorstep with gifts and a smile she hoped looked more genuine than it felt.
“i brought presents,” was her usual greeting, and she held up a bag from black and write - at least it was books, this time, something clara couldn’t find a fault with. “and even more importantly, champagne for mimosa’s - i know you’re cooking, but you can’t fault me for wanting to contribute somehow.”
clara didn’t consider herself to be a high strung kind of person, in fact as long as she had her husband, her daughter and her passion she was generally content to go about life in as calm a way as possible - that’s not to say she didn’t have stressors - several things had a way of weighiing on her mind, it was just in general she considered herself to be more laidback than anything else.
chloe though - chloe had a way of bringing out her less than stellar qualities.
still, if only for her daughters sake she was trying to quell them, some days she was more successful than others, but if she was anything, it was persistent - eventually, if she and her estranged sister tried hard enough, they’d find some sort of resolution.
“mimosa’s sound fabulous.” she took the offered gift with a shrug, placing it on the front console for clarissa to find when scott brought her home from soccer practice, leading her sister into her kitchen, light and airy enough to hopefully set the same kind of mood “hopefully you’ve also brought your appetite since i’ve been cooking since six this morning.”
she bent down to glance inside the oven, the muffins she had baking on the middle shelf almost ready “you prep the drinks if you like, while i finish this all up.”
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