ISABELLA'S POV.

Matteo's words drummed against my ears, but those weren't the nerve-wracking feelings that got to me.

It was none other than the mischievous glint present in Luca's gaze, his something gaze, devilish smirk, and wide grin; his eyebrows danced, enjoying the misery he had put me through.

“Please, sit in place and lock your belts in, as we will soon brace for impact.” A blaring voice from The speakers echoed loudly.

Matteo sat in the chair right next to Lucas, ...