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7: The Accommodation
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2021-12-27 09:35:15"Miss?"
"Excuse me?"
"Um... Miss... I'm going to touch you."
Her voice had just been a muffle at first, something I could barely hear through my dreams, but when I felt something unknown touch my shoulder, I heard back everything she'd said. My body forced me upright, startling the attendant leaning over me.
"Oh! Mrs Cartelli, I am so sorry for scaring you!"
I almost told her she had called me by the wrong name, but the uncomfortable press of my bridal hairstyle reminded me that I was no longer Miss Rizzo. The wedding had really happened, it wasn't a dream and it wasn't going away. I was legally married.
Clearing my throat, I slid off of the bed in the cabin. "Um, you didn't scare me," I lied. "W-why are you in here?"
"We need you to sit down with a seatbelt, Mrs Cartelli. The plane is going to be landing in approximately six minutes."
"Okay, um, thank you. I'll be right out."
The attendant left, so I took a mom
Gracie MackintoshHow are you feeling about Armani so far? Do you like him, hate him, have no opinion? And what about Rose? Can you see them getting along, or do you think there are some big fights to come? Leave your predictions in the comments, and please leave a review on the book so others can choose to read it, too. Thanks, Gracie.
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