Jade isn’t even my real name. Jade began as my Starbucks name, because all children of immigrants have a Starbucks name. Jade has become everything she ever wanted to be. A successful lawyer. A dutiful daughter. A beloved girlfriend. A loyal friend. Until Jade wakes up the morning after a work event, naked and alone, with no idea how she got home. Caught between her parents who can’t understand, her boyfriend who feels betrayed, and her job that expects silence, the perfect world Jade has constructed starts to crumble.