Stella stepped inside the cabin with her eyes casted down on the carpeted floor.
"No need for you to look so grumpy." Taylor spoke up as he followed her inside. He was about to continue with his small lecture, but something else caught his attention as his eyes trailed to the figure of a man who was sitting in one of the chairs while sipping on some brown colored liquid.
"What are you doing here?" The words left his mouth and he turned around to face the man who looked as if he owned the jet, which he kind of did.
His words rang through Stella's ears and she finally looked up. The corners of her lips turned up as her eyes landed on the man who was leisurely sitting back before her. The shine which her hazel orbs had lost earlier when she gave up all the hopes of reuniting with her husband, began to return.
