The food we ate did a great job of destructing me. A whole table was set for us as if we were in a restaurant, like how sick was that. I wanted to steal a picture for my socials but held myself back because I was a respectable married woman who did not snap pictures of food just to rub it on her nemesis faces. But it was hard, I bit my lip, gulping all my food down with more to come because it seemed like there was a whole buffet that was set up for us.
I had clung onto John as soon as the jet took off, I was not afraid of heights or anything but flying was a bit scary. The thing could crush any moment and we would be dead just like that. John had chuckled and brought me to him as I kicked off my slides and lay on his chest.
Good food, good conversation and laughter destructed me f
