Clarissa’s high heels clicked on the mirror-finish tiled floors of the airport, as the wheels of the luggage cart swished in front of her. Her face had the concentration of someone making a great effort.
Surely moving the cart with four suitcases and a carry-on bag on it while walking in a pencil skirt and high heels can’t be easy. Lia smiled at her friend and waved.
Clarissa grinned, showing a mile of white teeth, and hurried the cart toward them. At Lia’s side, the professor had his jaw open and the eyes of a dumbstruck teenager.
“Clarissa, this is Dr. Jordan…” Lia started.
“Call me Brett,” the man interrupted, taking Clarissa’s hand and kissing the back, behaving like a character from an old movie.
Clarissa blushed, which was not easy to see behind the thick layer of makeup on her
