An hour later, I ate the sandwich prepared by Adam and I am at his side in the convertible 4x4 which is heading even further south, towards the mountains that we can see in the distance.
Stupidly, I’m moved that he prepared my lunch. It’s ridiculous. He did it only out of politeness and these two slices of bread spread with tuna had nothing of fine dining, and I’m more touched than by all the invitations to starred restaurants that I’ve ever received. And yet, it’s not for lack of having crossed paths since my adolescence with a bunch of young men from the wealthiest and most influential families on the planet trying to seduce the heiress that I am.
Because yes, that’s what I am, the descendant of a wealthy entrepreneur. My father, the founder of Hudson Biotech.
My parents divorced when
