Epilogue One year later (24 years old)
“Thanks for offering to drive, Gor Gor,” I said, buckling my seatbelt.
“Meh, it’s fine.” Max turned the key in the ignition, letting the car rumble to life. “Who else would drive you? Ma’s so emotional right now that she’ll probably start crying.”
I looked out the window to see, true to his word, Mum sniffing into a tissue, gazing forlornly at us. With the way she was acting, people would’ve thought I was leaving her forever instead of only a few months. But this would be the longest I’d ever been away from home.
Max let out a wistful sigh. “I still can’t believe you’re going to New York.”
“Don’t forget Mexico and Miami.” Travelling with Aiden to his next few ATP tournaments was going to be my big holiday away from work.
Starting my own business
