In Dublin, Aurora Sullivan, a 32-year-old Australian law student, crosses paths with Cillian Murphy, a renowned actor. Their blooming romance faces a stern test as their troubled pasts resurface, and secrets unfold. Will their love conquer the shado...
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Butterflies fluttered about in Aurora's stomach as the plane took off from the tarmac. She glanced out the window, taking one last wistful look at the city she had called home for the last 31 years. Perth City, a fairly big but not very well-known city on Australia's west coast.
She blew a sharp exhale out, gripping the handrests tightly. Her blonde curls were tied back in a bun, an attempt to make her life just that little bit easier in the air. Not that it had worked, strands of her fringe managed to escape and fall down the sides of her head.
"This is the captain speaking, thank you again for flying with Qantas. We are at 35000 feet, and around 17 hours from Heathrow, London. The weather is clear, so it should be a smooth flight. Once the seatbelt sign has turned off, our flight attendants will begin serving beverages and snacks. Thank you." The captain's voice rang over the speakers in the economy, and Aurora sighed.
She only had one stopover on her way to Dublin, and that was London. She had bought her one-way ticket to Dublin almost a year ago, having been accepted for a scholarship to study law at Trinity College. It was a terrifying thought, suddenly switching careers and moving to a new country to study.
The seatbelt sign turned off with a 'ding', and she instantly relaxed. She reminded herself to take a deep breath once again, telling her it was real. She couldn't turn back, it was all ready for her as soon as she touched down in Ireland.
The stopover in London was short, only 3 hours. This gave Aurora time to grab food and a coffee before losing track of time and having to rush to get on her next flight.
The embarrassment was evident on her face as her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat and she was puffing. The kind flight attendant directed her to her seat, and gave her some water before muttering "Poor girl."
Aurora slept most of the way to Dublin, it was only an hour and a half flight, yet she desperately needed sleep.
She was awoken by the loud British accent of the pilot announcing they were about to land, and she looked out the window.
She shut her eyes as the planes' wheels touched down in Dublin. It was grey and rainy, just as it had been in London. Aurora was going to have to get used to the cold, no more 34-degree summers for her.
She collected her bags from the baggage claim and hopped into an Uber. She sighed and looked out the window at her new home.. she was finally, truly on her own.
