The next day, Tyler woke around 5:30 in the morning and looked at the sleeping Isabella in his arms. A smile spread across his face as he thought about the night before. When he saw her for the first time, he had hoped things would progress to this stage. He just didn’t think it would happen so fast. Then again, with everything going on, what happened between the two of them made sense. Suddenly, his phone rang. The night before, he had placed it on the table next to the bed just in case his father or even Desmond called. He picked up the first ring, making sure to lower his voice, so he wouldn’t wake up Isabella. “Hello.”
“Good morning Your Highness. The plane is about 30 minutes out,” Desmond said, respectfully. He was sitting on a private jet owned by Tyler's family.
“Got it,” Tyler s
