The day of the trip with Alessandro finally arrived, and I hadn't slept a wink all night.
I had to touch up my makeup to hide the fact that I hadn't slept.
I was torn between excitement and nervousness, fearing everything that could happen during the next twelve hours of the flight, both of us confined in a private plane with that tension between us that could almost be cut with a knifean tension I had felt during the brief minutes we spent at Starbucks.
Although I must confess, it was also thrilling.
The car arrived at the time Alessandro had told me it would, and as instructed, I brought a single, lightweight suitcase containing two changes of clothes, essential toiletries, and my service weapon.
Upon leaving the apartment, I made sure to double-lock everything, although I was a
