Fortunately, a long weekend was ahead of her and without waiting any more, as soon as the day finished, Leah found herself in a business class seat in her father's airlines. She was ready to go home.
Almost every stewardess recognised her. Apparently, she was a splitting image of her mother which made it easier for them to recognise her. She would not say splitting to be honest, but she was similar.
Nonetheless, she was treated like she owned the airlines.
She was the last one to get out of the business class. Even though no one bothered to step out of line, she still waited until the very last before walking out of the airplane and straight into the car where she found her driver waiting.
It was just a few minutes drive home. Yet, Leah could not wait.
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Smothered by her mother into a hug, Leah inhaled the scent of home.
"I missed you," Emily spoke into the shoulder of her daughter, making the voice come out as muffled.
