33.

They landed in America at about 4 am and Iris was dead tired. They had taken Luca’s private jet so she had time to sleep but she couldn’t close her eyes even for a minute. From her seat’s window, she could see that there were cars along with security waiting for them.

It reminded her again of Evelyn's words about how they never move without security so it was obvious she would be dramatic about their coming. With the amount of cars lined up, it felt like she was the president of a top country. That was how extra her mother-in-law was being with the welcoming.

Her legs were weak when she finally got up from her seat and she almost stumbled but Luca was fast as his grip wound tight around her upper arm to steady her before she could fall.

“Are your legs asleep?” He asked still holding onto her.

“I think so. They didn’t feel this tired when we flew to London. I don’t know why they won’t cooperate now” She mumbled in distraught. Her legs felt like jelly to the extent she feared she would