The next morning, Clara received a telegram form John asking her to meet him. She went and asked Mr Roberts if she could have a couple of hours off to go and meet him, he agreed. She picked up her hat on her way out and met him and the bottom of the road.
'Good morning John.'
'Morning Clara. Shall we?.' She linked her arm with his and they made their way down the road.
'Where are you taking me?.'
'You'll see.' As they walked, she couldn't help but admire the view. You could see the mountains through the trees and it was all so quite, The trees were blossoming with flowers of all different kinds....

It was the year 1892, a young governess named Clara was on her way to meet the new family she would be assisting. She looked out the window and saw the magnificent country side, it was so peaceful. When she pulled up outside the house, the father was there ready to greet her. She thanked the driver and made her way up the steps.
'Miss Clara.'
'Mr Roberts. Pleasure.' She curtsied. 'Sorry i'm a little late but you know how temperamental horses can get.'
'After you.' She stepped inside the house. He led her into his study and they took their seats. 'Thanks you for coming at such short notice.'
'My...

Clara lay next to John and watched him sleep, he was so beautiful. She still couldn't believe what she was doing, if Mr Roberts found out that would be then end of her career. But none of that mattered right now. She leaned down and placed a light kiss on his lips then began to kiss his neck.
'Morning.'
'Morning.' She made her way down and began to kiss his chest. John let out a little moan, She looked up and smiled at him. She crawled back up and kissed his lips but more passionately. John flipped her over so he was on top of her. They both knew what they were doing was wrong but they never...

After the game, John helped the children with their music lesson. Clara sat with Tim at the piano while John helped Amy with her composed piece. After awhile Clara heard Amy playing, she turned round only to see it was John playing Amy's piece. The song was played with such precision and filled with so much passion. She fell more in love with by the minute. After he finished, the room was left in a stunned silence.
'Is something wrong?' John asked, nervously.
'I never knew you could play... and so beautifully.'
'Thank you, Clara. I haven't played for awhile, haven't had a chance.' He handed the...

That night, Mr Roberts asked John and Melody to stay as it was getting late. They agreed and went upstairs to get comfortable.
'John, are you ok?.'
'I'm fine, why wouldn't i be?.'
'It's just..you've been acting..distracted lately.'
'I've been stressed, one of the horses is pregnant and an other might have to be put down. I'm sorry if it seems that I've been ignoring you.' He went and sat down on the bed next to her. 'But you have full attention now.'
'In that case..' She leaned forward and kissed him. He gently pushed her so she was lying down on her back. He layed down on top of her and began to...

As the afternoon approached, Clara was yet to hear from John which was unlike him. All she could think about was seeing his name on the document in Mr Robert's study. What does it mean? Is John leaving? She was so distracted she never noticed that Amy was talking to her.
'Miss? Miss?'
'Hmm?'
'Are you okay?'
Clara smiled at her
'Im fine, just in world of my own.'
Amy could tell her governess wasn't herself.
'Has father said something?'
Clara laughed.
'No sweetie, your father is the kindest man in the world.'
'You just seem sad.'
Clara hugged her.
'Im perfectly fine, I promise.'
She kissed the top of her...

After everyone had retired to their rooms for the night, John slipped a note under Clara's door asking her to meet him in the lounge. He sat for a couple of minutes with the fire to keep him warm, thinking about what to say to her. He heard her footsteps on the staircase. She gentle pushed open the door.
'Clara?' She poked her head around the door frame. 'Hi.'
'Hi.' She went and stood by the fire. 'You wanted to see me?' He noticed her body was slightly turned away from him, trying not to make eye contact.
'Are you ok?'
'I'm fine, why wouldn't i be?'
'Because you haven't spoken a word to me all...

When morning came about Clara was already up. She was always an early riser. She opened her window to let some air in, she looked down and saw John playing with the kids in the garden. She couldn't help but smile, at that moment he looked up and waved at her to come and join them. She signaled that she's been there in five minuets. After getting dressed and sorting her hair, she joined them in the garden.
'Morning Mr Smith.'
'Morning Miss Oswald.'
'Call me Clara.'
'As long as you call me John.' At that moment the children came rushing over to Clara.
'Morning Amy, Tim.'
'Morning Miss. What took you...