Zara deleted Noah’s texts, refusing to save his new number in her phone. He’d been gone for two weeks now, and every minute felt like someone trying to hollow her out the way they would a pumpkin.
You’re fine, she told herself as she ran the dry floor mop along the entryway in the mansion. And she was fine. She had a good job. A lead part in a very successful show. Another opportunity as a dancer coming up in a luau this winter. And her friends and family.
You’re fineShe didn’t need Prince Noah Wales.
In fact, ever since she’d met him, her life had been turned upside down and twisted inside out. She’d abandoned her friends, and her concentration at work had slipped.
She was better off without him.
Then why didn’t she feel better? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she could figure it out a
