Valentina kept her head glued to the jet's window.
Her world had finally crumbled, and there was no assembling it back.
After all of the fight and hard-headedness, she was well on her way back to where she had escaped ten months ago.
Only this time, the man she escaped from hated her, and she wanted nothing to do with him.
She looked at the sky, a very tiny part of her hoping to see a message from Julien.
A message reassuring her that this was only for a season, and he would find a way to bring her back.
Him locking the skies was the only proof she needed to confirm how much he cared about her.
It was unfortunate that big Ben was able to create a way for them to fly out this night.
From the seat behind, Luciano watched her.
She hadn't said a word yet. Not to the hostess, or anyone around.
Every time he imagined her thinking about Julien, his anger heightened.
