Chapter 3
Clara turned off the water for her shower just as she heard her phone ring.
Still wrapped in her towel, she headed toward her fully charged new phone, saw another missed call, and listened to the voicemails.
Astorre had been right. Somehow her birth parents had been nobles in Avce.
In high school it would have been nice to tell Grandmother May that she was leaving for some foreign estate and flounce off instead of just trek down the street with her backpack as she’d done. She loved movies where the American girl went to Europe because a parent or grandparent claimed them as royal.
And now it was her life. She could sing her giddiness, like in a musical, though she hadn’t the voice to dare.
Clara picked up her phone. If she called her only friend, she’d have to explain herse
