y on the private runway at JFK Airport.

in door

ork whipped her long, dark, wavy hair back. She wore a custom

nizing reconstructive surgeries had erased the soft, timid girl she use

ature tailored suit. He pushed his blue-light blocking glasses up

on her heels. She wore a fluffy pink dress a

rrivals terminal. Her presence immediately drew the stares

of camera flashes erupte

arted toward the noise be

n in black suits, Christ

oulders perfectly. Four years had made his jawline

e, allowing her only to lightly touch his elbow. She wore the latest Ch

ets. Her fists clenched so hard her nails dug

n his mother's arm. He tilted his head

Her large eyes fixed on Ch

d, her voice soft. "That ma

forced her muscles to relax. "D

the security line. "Mr. Page! When is the

flash of pure disgust crossed his

against his arm. "We are currently plan

out of Brigette's grasp. He didn't care about the cameras

ce. A cold smirk touched he

to walk away. But

He snapped his head

tling terminal, his eyes

. But she didn't look away. She lifted her chin higher, stari

ll, cold woman in the black coat. His chest tightened. A bi

ly saw a wealthy woman with two ki

in. "Sir, the board m

d, pushing down the sudden ache in his chest. He

pull away from the curb. She slowly took off

orward and bowed. "Welcome back, Mis

es back on. She squeez

ow," she said cold