He swiftly pulled the partially opened wedding dress off Emma Hart, leaving her exposed in nothing but a set of sexy white lace lingerie, her enticing body completely revealed to the air. Before Emma Hart could react, he pressed a deep, wet kiss onto her lips.
In the deepest part of the plane's hallway, Harper Clark's eyes were like a starless night—silent and empty. She sat on the floor, hugging her legs. She didn't dare move, feeling that each movement would allow the cold, unfamiliar air to attack her fragile body.
"Harper Clark?" Ryan Garcia called out. He had searched the entire wedding venue and bar but couldn't find the person who always stuck to him, growing increasingly anxious. He searched the plane thoroughly and finally found her in the farthest corner.
