|Grace|
The private plane descended onto the tarmac with a gentle thud, and as I peered out the window, the sprawling city below began to sharpen into view. Silvester's hand rested warmly in mine, and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. I turned to him, my lips curling into a heartfelt smile.
After two weeks away, we were finally back home. While a part of me wished we could linger longer in Italy, obligations awaited. My plans for stepping away from the acting industry were pressing, and as soon as we touched down from our ‘honeymoon,’ I reached out to James to inform Hans of my intention to adhere to the filming schedule. Hans had generously offered to reschedule the taping if Silvester and I wanted to extend our time together. Yet, I declined, my desire for retribution driving me to stic
