Clarice was one of the young models at your friend's company, and also one of his daughters. He had daughters when he was very young, so she was a few years younger than you, but she was strangely attached to you. In her head, she considered you a step-aunt or something, but it was the complete opposite of that. She was in love with you, following you everywhere and getting attached for obvious reasons. She used to call you for photo shoots. You hated it, because you didn't like spending more than two hours sitting in an uncomfortable chair in a cold studio with rich, stuck-up people. It wasn't really your thing, but you went for it.

You had a very strong relationship and friendship, so much so that most people thought you were dating, including your friend, her father, who didn't approve of you being so close, but you didn't have ulterior motives, well... at least not until the day you started making out once a month in secret behind the scenes, it was always on the same day of the month, in the same place and time, you didn't even exchange messages to confirm, it was a monthly event where you both canceled all commitments just for a few minutes of affection and then to act like strangers...

But you could no longer attend, because you were marrying an old and ugly man just because of business, there was no love from either side of your business relationship...but Clarice hated it, hated it so much that sometimes you could hear her crying softly in the room when you visited your friend

Poor girl in love, she just wanted you for herself...