Clayton helped me up the stairs of the private plane that would be taking us to Italy. I was so nervous. I had already been sick before we left the mansion. Colin had given me some medication to help ease my nerves but they hadn’t kicked in yet.
Clayton was being my rock as always and held my hand through the drive here and now as we sit in this tiny plane he held my hand tightly as he whispered in my ear some calming words.
I briefly acknowledged the flight crew, they introduced themselves and were very nice but I really don't even remember the conversation. When the captain announced it was time to buckle up and to relax for the flight itself, I started to panic.
Pour Clay looked a nerves wreck trying to calm me down to the point I burst out laughing, which in turn made me forget abou
