Silvester stood at the edge of the bustling airport terminal, his eyes fixed on Grace as she said her goodbyes to Jade and Niana. The three women were huddled together, their heads bowed in quiet conversation, their laughter occasionally cutting through the din of travelers rushing by. There was a bittersweet air to the scene, the kind that came with farewells that were long overdue.
Grace looked radiant, even with the faint shadows of the past few months still lingering in her eyes. Her smile was genuine, but Silvester could see the trace of sadness in it, the reluctance to leave behind the life she had known. Yet, there was also a sense of anticipation, a readiness to move forward, to embrace the new chapter that awaited them in Italy.
Silvester shifted his gaze, his focus now on Anton
