They made their way back down the hall while I returned to my office. Ever since Celeste had shared images of us touring the world, I couldn’t stop thinking about how the only date I’d taken her on was right here on my own island. The picnic was nice, but I could do better. Celeste deserved better than that, and more crucially, I wanted to make sure she didn’t become so stressed that she stunted her magic. Or worse, hurt herself.
I settled down to continue arranging things, but not before sending Walter a quick text message. My private jet was always ready for me to take a flight at a moment’s notice, and on a whim, I decided to use it. While Celeste got up and did her morning training, I continued to organize preparations as well as a getaway.
It was selfish, yes, but it’d be short, and
