Lauren's POV

As I settled into my seat on the plane, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the breathtaking view outside the window. The vast expanse of land stretched out beneath me, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily in the azure sky. It was a moment of tranquility, a chance to reflect on the journey ahead.

With a sense of excitement, I took out my phone and dialed Lucien’s number. The call connected, and his familiar voice filled my ears.

“Hey, Lucien,” I greeted him, trying to contain my enthusiasm. “Guess what? I’m coming over!”

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then I heard a hint of panic in his voice. “Lauren, you’re coming? When? I need to make arrangements, ensure someone is there to pick you up from the airport.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Lucien, the ever-controlled and stoic figure, showing signs of worry. It was a rare sight, and it made me feel a mixture of amusement and warmth.

“I’ll be arriving tomorrow evening,” I replied, my voice fille