I heard the front doorbell ringing. It was only six am in morning. I just finished putting my makeup on. My stuff was already set, and Josh was already downstairs preparing breakfast.
“Josh!” I shouted, “Could you please open the door and let the driver in!” I asked him. The driver seemed early today, but I didn’t mind. It might take us about an hour or two to the airport. I haven’t checked my phone to see my plane ticket. Miles must have a copy.
New York to California would take about five long hours of flight. Checking myself in the mirror for one last time. I glanced at how I perfectly matched the light blue sleeveless top and faded black jeans. Partnered with flat black shoes.
I took my luggage bag and my personal suitcase from the bed. I went ahead
