When you don't know who your dad is but then you do and he's the Crown Prince of Japan. Izumi (Zoom Zoom to her mom and her annoying-but-lovable best friend Noora)(Izzy when she doesn't want to stick out in her mostly white, Trumpy California town) finds out about her dad accidentally, and it's Noora who does the sleuthing that identifies the 39-year-old DILF who impregnated Izumi's mom when the two were undergrads at Harvard. Izumi's mom (sorry I don't remember her name) had her reasons for not revealing Izzy's existence to His Imperial Highness or HIH's identity to Izzy.

Shortly after Izumi contacts HIH, she receives a delegation that invites her to Japan. There she meets her personal Imperial Guard, her cousins, her lady-in-waiting, and...her dad. Culture clashes ensue, along with love and betrayal, and the feeling of looking like everyone around you after years of being othered.

A couple seconds tick by. "Ah. I see. You're having the whole born-a-different-race-in-white-America existentialist dilemma."

"There's a name for it?"

"Sure is."

"What's the antidote?" My heart expands with its last little bit of hope.

"I'm not really sure there is a cure. Some things are just meant to be felt."