Clara
"Things are going well."
I rest the phone between my ear and shoulder as I give some documents on the makeshift table I'm using as a desk one last look. It's not a real office. It's a space adapted for the race, with blueprints rolled up in a corner, open folders, coffee that's already gone cold… and the constant feeling that everything depends on nothing going wrong again.
"Are you sure?" Ethan's voice comes through, firm, but with that familiar undertone. "I don't want any surprises, Clara."
I barely smile. He's been worried because it's been longer than expected. Days in which many wedding preparations have been put on hold.
"You won't have any."
I walk slowly through the space, looking out the window at the construction site.
"Alexander has met with the teams, manag
