Hailee's POV
The pilot's voice broke through the cabin speakers.
"Your Highness, we are preparing to land. Please remain seated until the aircraft has come to a complete stop."
My chest tightened at the title. It always sounded so heavy. The jet dipped lower, smooth and controlled, until the wheels touched the runway with a gentle thud. My fingers dug into the armrest, not from fear of flying, but from the reality waiting for me outside.
The engines quieted, and a hush settled in the cabin. My pulse hammered as Peter unbuckled his belt and stood. The door hissed open, and the steps were lowered. A rush of cool night air swept inside, carrying with it the scent of rain-soaked tarmac.
I stood, smoothing down the simple navy dress I had chosen, and followed Peter toward the exit while Mother silently followed behind. My legs felt like lead as I descended the stairs, each step echoing like the toll of a bell.
And then I saw them.
