Yes, Clover—the mysterious racer everyone whispered about—was Amari herself.
Back then, when she was still deeply in love with Sebastian, she had subconsciously chosen the alias Clover because it sounded so much like Clavel. A hidden tribute. A secret reminder of the man she once adored with all her heart.
But now… Amari shook her head at the memory. Everything about that choice suddenly felt wrong.
She wasn't that naïve girl anymore.
She had changed.
She was Amari now—and she preferred it that way. At least the name bore no ties to Sebastian or the family that broke her heart. At least this identity was hers alone.
Just as she was about to drift deeper into thought, her phone buzzed loudly against the wooden desk. The shrill ringtone startled her back to reality. She grabbed it, glanced at the number, and sighed before swiping to answer.
"Hello, are you Clover?" a voice asked on the other end.
Amari blinked, almost laughing at the coincidence. Really? Clover? Now?
