Alexander’s POV I stood by the jet on the tarmac, nerves fluttering in my stomach. Catherine had finally arrived, and as soon as I saw her, a genuine smile broke across my face. I walked towards her, my heart racing. “You came,” I said, my voice filled with a relief and joy. “I did,” she replied, her voice soft and steady. I took her hand, feeling a surge of warmth at her touch, and guided her up the steps into the jet. Greta, the air hostess greeted us with a polite smile as we entered, and I nodded in acknowledgment. Catherine and I settled into the plush seats opposite each other. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, nothing else existed. The air hostess returned with a tray of wine. We both took a glass, our fingers brushing lightly as we did. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “You look breathtaking,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink, and she murmured, “Thank you.” The silence between us lingered, and even though we said nothing,
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