This is it. I’m putting everything behind me. For countless times, Isabella pondered inside her head. A tiny voice keeps kicking her mind of what she could’ve done. On second thought, she worries about what the future holds for her, about Nicholas.
“Sir? Is there anything else I could help you with?” Behind her was the flight attendant's voice interrupting her thoughts. Followed by Nicholas’ voice, who excused himself to take the bathroom.
“No, everything is good.”
A smile formed on her lips as her eyes landed on the clear sky-blue sky. She shook the unwanted thoughts away with her hands clasped on her lap. The private jet Nicholas prepared had just taken off ten minutes earlier. This is going to be her reality–with Nicholas back in Florence.
She may have gotten too far this time. Her
