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An unfamiliar softness falls over Rachel’s eyes at Claire’s words and she allows herself to smile, her lips parting slightly to show her pearly whites. She would always feel a tenderness towards Claire, one she could not possibly explain. She raised her eyebrows at the girl, tilting her head. “I wouldn’t usually take you for a romantic, Miss Paxton.”
❝Well . . . Guess I’m not as unsentimental as most people think ? ❞
{ There’s a shrug of her shoulders and a small smile on her lips. Moving closer to Rachel, the young woman sighed- and crossed her arms gently, shifting her weight. }
❝Once you’ve been labelled as one thing- there’s no way of getting out. . . Or at least not that I’ve found. ❞