CLARA
“So how was the trip?” Lyra asked, her curiosity evident.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It wasn’t as I envisioned,” I replied honestly. I had been told we were going to have fun, but after we ran into that old man, he changed our flight schedule to the morning after the wedding.
“Oh…” Lyra’s tone dropped, her sympathy clear. “He didn’t pay you much attention?” she asked, and I shrugged, trying not to reveal how much I had hoped for more.
“He wasn’t supposed to pay me much attention,” I argued weakly. “He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend I was helping out with a favor.”
Lyra’s nose crinkled in confusion. “I still don’t see what the problem is,” she said. “Why exactly didn’t you enjoy the trip?”
I found myself at a loss for words. How could I explain the complexity
