103. Group chat

VIOLET

We landed in Italy and was welcomed by the warm embrace of the Mediterranean sun, its golden rays casted a luminous glow upon everything it touched. I watched my beautiful husband as he talked to the man who had approached us as soon as we had stepped down out on the tarmac. I held a bouquet of exotic flowers, courtesy of my husband’s uncle, a welcome to his country.

But even those beautiful flowers didn’t hold my attention as my gaze went back to my husband as he made his way toward us and I saw the sun glittering in his brown eyes, reminding me all the time he had been the light in my darkness. I took notice of the way his shoulders were relaxed and the pleasant smile that curved his lips and I knew that coming here was the best decision.

As he drew closer, he held up the keys. “I guess my uncle decided to ignore our wish to refuse his gifts.”

I arched a brow. “What's that?”

He grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s see.”

We walked off the runway. The man following us with our