With a thick woollen sweater and jeans with a pair of good boots, she stepped out of the bedroom on the plane and moved to the seating area immediately spotting her other two companions.
She thought of what had transpired between her and Nikita. To be honest it felt like they both had pent up frustrations inside and the argument for both of them was overdue. She had no choice to agree that she had done n some mopping around too and it was more than needed. When was the time coming when she would pick herself and move forward? It felt like she had been moving in circles.
The same mistakes were being made over and over again and thus, once again the words of Nikita rang true. She was not learning and that made her see the conclusions of her mistakes over and over again.
She silently took a seat and served herself a cup of tea as Isabelle observed her.
