Clara: Do you want me to go with you for a visit? I could clear some time next month.
Jonah: Why would I want that?
Clara: To do the whole fake relationship thing with her. Like we did with Uncle Red.
Jonah: No
Clara: Then what are you going to tell her?
Jonah: Nothing
Clara: What? How is that going to work? Are you estranged from her?
Jonah: No
Clara: So…are you close to her?
Jonah: Yes.
Clara: I just don’t understand how this is going to work. If you’re close to her, doesn’t she want to meet me?
Jonah: I’ll handle it.
Clara: Handle it how?
Jonah: The prenup says I’m not allowed to talk about the circumstances of our marriage. Don’t worry. I won’t violate our prenup.
Clara: I’m not worried you’re going to violate the prenup. I’m worried your mother thinks I don’t want to meet her.
Jonah: She’ll think whatever she thinks
Clara: If your mother thinks we’re married but that I don’t want to meet her, then…what? She’ll just think I’m a bitch?
Jonah: That’s not your problem
Clara: Well, if my mother-in-law thinks I’m a bitch, it’s at least a little bit my problem.
Jonah: Let it go.
Clara: I’m not going to let it go.
Clara: Jonah?
Clara: Did you block me?
Clara: Great. Way to be a dick.
chaptersix
Clara
Six months after the wedding
At the risk of sounding like a whiner, running a resort is exactly as hard as Uncle Red led me to believe it would be. And, as much as I hate to admit that I’m wrong, he might have been right to suggest having a husband would make it easier.
Or at least less lonely.
I’m friendly with all the guests, but they aren’t friends. There are staff who live on the island with me of course. We are practically one big family. Except that I’m still the boss. So, yeah. My first six months of running the Blue Crown are lonely.
