NARA POV
We boarded the private jet around 6PM, but what should’ve been a dreamy flight to Santorini turned into hours of pure, unrelenting torture.
Between Jane fake-crying into Nick’s arms every ten minutes and Nick shooting me these smug little glances like he just won a gold medal for being the world’s biggest jerk, I was this close to yanking open the emergency exit and throwing myself out mid-air.
I buried myself in my music, sunglasses on, headphones in, and a blanket pulled up to my chin like it could protect me from stupidity.
At one point, Jane sent Nick over to "talk to me" and "clear the air." Translation: he sat across from me looking awkward, then asked if I wanted to make up with Jane.
I gave him my best death glare and told him he and Jane could kiss my ass. Oh — and
