I stirred from my fitful sleep, my senses slowly returning to me as I became aware of Nikolai's soft voice. Blinking groggily, I looked up to find him leaning over me, concern etched into the lines of his face.
"Isabella, wake up. Lunch is here," he murmured, his voice gentle against the backdrop of the plane's hum.
Lunch? My confusion must have been evident on my face as I glanced around, taking in the trays of food that had been set out before us. Nikolai must have ordered it while I slept.
"Thank you," I mumbled, still feeling disoriented as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself up from my seat, my limbs heavy with exhaustion.
Excusing myself to the bathroom, I made my way down the narrow aisle, the whispers and glances of the air hostesses following
