Mena
We were on our way to Miami, sitting in Alessio's private jet. There were two more hours to go, and not knowing the reason for this trip was driving me insane. Just like all days, Alessio was distant, only speaking when necessary—but I didn't mind.
He was busy doing whatever he was doing in the back, while Naty sat on the opposite right of me with her face pressed against the window. Until now she had pointed out almost every single cloud, and gushed about flying nonstop.
I hated flying. Usually, I would have several weeks to mentally prepare myself, but this trip had been decided overnight and I had no say. The only positive was that Anson could not stalk me or get to me from here.
"Mommy, are you alright?" Naty's concerned voice broke through my thoughts.
"Yes, baby, don't worr
