Ariana’s pov~
I never thought I would see this beautiful island again, Malta, her beautiful seas called to me, finally I'm home.
The chopper landed on a private helipad, and Silvio helped me out of it. I looked around and breathed the sweet Maltese air.
“Why Malta?” I asked, “We could have gone anywhere else,” I inquired taking the hand offered as he led me through the doors of the smart house, the door and light functioned automatically.
“I had a feeling you wanted to come home, don't you miss it? He asked, pulling my arm close to him.
“I do but I don't think my apartment is still there,” I said with a pout, nostalgic memories about my little apartment in Valletta almost brought tears to my eyes.
“But isn't this the most obvious place anyone who knows me can find me?” I asked casual
