human
Clara:  Clara returned to her room and started picking out her outfit for Oscar’s next visit. She couldn’t recall how long it’d been since her heart thrilled with such exhilaration; it actually surprised her that she was still capable of feeling this way. Singing a happy tune, she laid out a bunch of gathered clothes on the bed.
gpt
Simon:  “Clara, what are you doing?” came a sudden voice, and she jumped.
human
Clara:  “Oh, Simon. I’m choosing an outfit,” Clara answered brightly.
gpt
Simon:  Simon slanted a look at her. “Do you really like him that much?”
human
Clara:  “We’re talking about the king! …No, it’s not that. I like him. There’s no one but him.”
gpt
Simon:  “He’s way above your station.”
human
Clara:  “I know that! I don’t want to be his wife or anything. I’m aware of our social statuses.”
gpt
Simon:  “So long as you understand,” Simon replied flippantly, sinking into a rattan chair. He sighed as Clara put together an ensemble, acting as spirited as a teenage girl.
human
Clara:  Clara’s ear caught the dispirited sound, and she did an about-face. “What? Do you have something to say?”
gpt
Simon:  “He wants you to sing, doesn’t he? You should just sing for him.”
human
Clara:  “I can’t.