We find ourselves in Clarke’s cozy, sunlit apartment in New York City. The faint scent of red wine and the sounds of the bustling city below seep through the windows. Clarke, with her effortless style and sharp wit, has settled into a comfortable chair across from me, a glass of wine in hand. As we settle in, she reflects on her life now with Yusuf, their journey together, and what the future holds.
Clarke, wearing a fitted sweater and high-waisted jeans, grins at me as she takes a sip of her wine. “You’re lucky I’m sipping this wine instead of running after some of the crazy ideas you’re about to throw at me.”
With a warm laugh, I start the conversation.
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