I couldn’t believe I was going to Paris on a private plane. I couldn’t believe I was even stepping out of New York City.
I hadn’t forgiven Roman, but who could say no to a free trip?
I had already spent a whole day locked up and alone, I deserved to be flown out to a different country. What was the point of giving him silent treatment here when I could do it in France?
“I haven’t packed anything,” I reminded him, looking at the shorts and t-shirt I had on. I really needed to start dressing like everyday was a movie, because it just might be.
Roman held on to my hand tightly, as if he was afraid I’d disintegrate if he let me go for even a second. Every time I tried to slip my hand away, he caught it, giving me a dirty look.
“Don’t worry about that,” he replied, leading me carefully dow
