"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby."
I close my...
I sat in the airport waiting two hours for my flight to board, but it keeps getting delayed. This plane ride is at least eight hours long and I'm just ready to go. On the upside, Mama paid for me to sit in first class, so I get to rest like the queen I am. I can't wait to see her. She brings so much joy to my life. I hardly kept in contact with her, so there's a mid chance I'm gonna be chastised.
Until my flight arrives, I disappeared into the restroom to take a few mirror pics.
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"Flight to Venice, Italy has arrived." The person on the intercom finally announced.
I inhaled nervously. "Okaaaay. Let's get this over with." Once I boarded the plane, I was instantly escorted to first class. Oooooh. Princess treatment I see. I was seated in my secluded yet comfy area that has a bed and medium sized television. The flight attendant handed me a glass of white wine and fresh bowl of fruit. Throughout the rest of the flight I was given a four course meal. Like, this is niiiiiiice. Got me feeling like royalty.
Eight hours roll by, we've finally arrived in Venice. I get a text from Mama saying that my ride will be waiting for me. As I roamed the airport, sounds of rushed Italian speaking fills the air. I checked my surroundings and find someone holding my name on a white board. The closer I walked towards them, the more I realized it was Fernando. Thank God. A familiar face. He smiles brightly when he sees me approaching. "Ms. Campbell, it's always good to see you."
"Ohhh Fernando." I air kissed both his cheeks. "How are you?"
"I'm doing very well, bellissima. There's no need to ask how you're doing though. You're glowing like the growing sun."
I graciously smile at his compliment. "Ohh. Grazie, Fernando."
He nods. "Come. Let's get you to the hotel." He takes my luggage and leads me outside to this blacked out Maserati. Oh wow. I'm not the one to be a materialist but this is....new.
It's nightfall. When we pulled up to the hotel, I pictured something more on the 3 star level. I am completely wronged and speechless. Fernando opens my door. "Benvenuti a The Saint Regis, signora Leila. (Welcome to The Saint Regis, Ms. Leila.)
I pulled my sunglasses from eyes to get a good view of what I'm really looking at. I smiled nervously. "Oh mio Dio."
Entering inside, I'm greeted by Nia and Imani. "Ahhhh! Leilaaaa!" They rush over to strongly clutch onto me. "You made it!" Imani says.
Nia adds. "Bitch, we were getting worried about you. How was your flight over?"
"It was... I can say I felt really spoiled and catered to."
"Girl, saaaame. The Romanos hooked us up! Come on. Let us show you your room. It's absolutely beautiful."
They were right, the room is breathtakingly gorgeous. There's even a cute little balcony facing the river. I found out my room is also a joined suite with Nia and the bride to be. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I don't think I wanna hear her or Nia release their demons once everyone starts getting a few drinks in their systems. I flopped down on my plushed king sized mattress. Ugh. Top tier foam.
