The passenger plane carried Juliet all the way to the other side of the globe.
Chilly, sharp wind swept over her face the moment she stepped off the plane.
The wool scarf was pulled snugly around her neck, protecting her from the chill as she dragged her large suitcase steadily through the bustling airport corridors alone.
Outside, a taxi was flagged down, its destination set for a pre-booked private residence—a cozy, standalone cottage buried under thick layers of fresh snow.
Warmth rushed to greet Juliet the moment the door opened, the central heating already blasting to combat the winter air.
This comfortable embrace worked quickly, soothing the stiffness from her frozen limbs and relaxing her tense muscles.
She took off her thick winter coat, brewed herself a cup of rich hot coco
