Ava trudged through the bustling airport, pushing a cart piled high with luggage—every single piece belonging to Dimitri. Sweat formed on her brow as the wheels squeaked under the weight. Dimitri and Giovanni strode ahead, their steps light and carefree, leaving her to struggle with the mountain of bags.
Her arms ached, and her patience was wearing thin as they reached the halfway point. Just when she thought she might collapse under the strain, one of the airport staff finally approached, offering assistance.
Ava let out a long sigh of relief, wiping her forehead before glaring daggers at the two men ahead. Dimitri and Giovanni kept walking, purposefully oblivious, pretending not to notice her struggle. Their nonchalance made her blood boil, but she swallowed her frustration, letting t
