|Grace|
The following morning, we prepared for our departure to Italy with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. I had planned to pack a few outfits, but Silvester swiftly intervened. He offered the services of a personal shopper who would select clothing for me in Sicily, a generous gesture that was hard to refuse given my exhaustion from the previous night’s festivities. Reluctant as I was, I accepted the offer with relief.
Our flight was scheduled for four in the afternoon. The hours leading up to our departure were spent in a leisurely manner; I took a brief respite by the pool while Silvester immersed himself in last-minute work preparations. The two-week trip abroad meant he had to tie up loose ends before we left.
Half an hour before our flight, we arrived at the airport. I
