*Vincenzo's POV*
I delved into work immediately when I got on the plane.
To be honest–A small part of me was glad Evangeline decided not to come along.
It's
"Hello Vincenzo."
Fuck.
A buzz riveted in my chest and I stood up on alert.
"I decided to take you up on your offer."
She speaks,she walks,talks and is definitely not a hallucination.
My parched throat begged for liquid so I swallowed,doing no good to myself with the sea sand dry saliva that slid to make the problem worse.
"I thought you said–"
"Well,here I am." Her eyes are wide and alert,but some part of me refused to believe she was clear minded.
Maybe she mistakenly drank something,there's no way this is the same woman from the elevator.
More footsteps.
She fully climbed into the plane.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
I cant let this actually happen.
"I'm afraid the offer has expired."
"Dear husband." She pouts. "You're going to deny me of a honeymoon?"
