CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

SCARLETT'S POV.

As I stepped out of the sleek, black sedan that whisked us away from the mansion, the bustling atmosphere of the airport enveloped me. The sound of rolling suitcases, the chattering voices, and the occasional announcement over the intercom filled the air. Adjusting the strap of my handbag and smoothing my sweaty palms down my leggings, I glanced at my husband, beside me who was looking as normal as ever. Unlike me.

I was really nervous. This was probably my fourth time at the airport but that didn't mean I'd gotten used to the procedures to it and all that. It had been like that since I'd been a little girl and I could remember one time when I was ten that I'd thrown up immediately the plane started to take off. That day I'd been so embarassed, I hid in my mother's arms throughout the rest of the flight.

Thinking of flying in the air still sent shivers through my spine, and despite the fact that the goal I'd given myself today was to be confident and outgoing today,