ISABELLA'S POV.

My throat seems dry, my limbs groggy, a slight migraine cramped my head, my mouth seemed terribly dry, so much so it burnt, my lips were cracked.

I turned; slowly the sound came and. Suddenly I became alarmed; I pushed my eyes open, staring intently at the image before me first. And then slowly around the surroundings.

a private jet…

I glanced out the window, and I was damn right! I was fucking meters away from the ground,

“Antono,” I called out, ...