Lyla
When I arrived at the airport, I pulled my headscarf tighter around my head and rolled my luggage through the front doors of the main lobby.
Inside, it was packed with tourists coming and going—all in a hurry to get to wherever it was they needed to go. I kind of envied them in a way. Their lives were simple and uncomplicated by the consuming thoughts of being in love with an Emerati prince who would never be able to be with them even if he wanted to.
Dodging and ducking around people, I eventually got into the line to check in for my flight. I didn't bother forcing any kind of happiness when the clerk handed me back my boarding pass with a smile and a wish for a safe flight.
All I wanted to say back to her, realistically, was I hoped we landed in the ocean instead.
I snorted to
