At a quarter past eight in the morning, Damien and Katherine were already entering the tarmac. She still hadn't wrapped her head around what was about to happen soon — everything was all too sudden. But as the car came to a stop and Markus opened the door for her, she snapped out of her trance. Feeling Damien's hand tugging hers and his voice calling her attention, she turned to the left and saw his brow raise.
"What's wrong? You don't look excited..." he said, wondering what was going on in her pretty head.
"Are we really flying to France? What are we doing there? What about work?"
A slow smile broke on his face as he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it before saying, "Yes, we are. There are some places that I want to show you. You don't have to worry about work because Markus is staying here. Haven't you always wanted to go on a trip with me?"
