Chapter 27

Clara

As an eighteen-year-old girl…no, scratch that. As an eighteen-year-old woman, I probably don’t know what love is. But what I do know is that something inside my chest has grown warm and tender ever since Alistair decided to give me this one summer in Tokyo.

And it happens fast.

One second, I’m frustrated with Alistair for teasing me in front of his ex-wife Sabrina and her assistant, and the