Arianna’s pov
It was a pretty smooth ride to the airport. We got there thirty minutes earlier than the time of the flight.
“How did we do it,” I asked when the car stopped at the airport.
“We were riding in a fast limousine, I was expecting this much,” Julian replied, smiling confidently.
“Woah, I thought we would be late,” I said exhaling.
“Nah, I’ve got things sorted out you know,” I said winking.
The kids and I walked over to the departure lounge to wait, while Julian went to the desk to make sure we were good to go.
“Why were you crying when you received the vacation tickets?” I asked when he came and sat beside me.
“There’s a story about that place,” I replied calmly.
“What story?” I asked eagerly.
“It’s a really sad story,” he replied, shooting a glance at me.
“Yo
