Camila Almada's POV
My flight to Spain was on the next morning after that disastrous night with Nicolas Garcia, back at his hotel. I was so confident that I can defeat him at his own game but I guess I was too confident to that on my own. I need a foolproof plan.
"Hi, can I help you?" One of the receptionists at the Cluj-Napoca International Airport. I smiled at her as I was giving my ticket to her. She looked at it before she was typing on the system of the airport to get my reservation that Val has been kind enough to help me.
"Ah, yes. Here we are. You will need to get to Gate 4 for the departure in 4 hours. Do you have any luggage that you would like to check-in for your flight?" She asked as I was smiling at her. I just had my backpack with me. I did not keep the clothes that I used in my mission or this case, the wedding.
"no, this would be all that I will bring with me. Can you tell me how to get to that gate please?" I asked her as she was smiling at me.
