Angelica's POV:
Anxiety is an understatement. I don’t know where I’m going and to make matters worse; Laura and I haven’t said a single word from the car ride to the private plane.
Settling myself on the other side of the airplane, my body is stiff. Laura squat down, one slim leg above the other as her chin rested on her palm; eyes gazing out the window. Soon, the pilot told us we were taking off and three flight attendance made their appearance.
My eyes follow the man who grabbed the bottle from the ice bucket. “Not too much,” Laura said, and he began filling up the glass.
A woman arrives and she bows cautiously. “Mrs.Maranzano, would you like anything?”
I smile and shake my head. “No thank you.” She returns my smile with her own before departing.
“Do you always do that?” La
