LAURA
I dragged my bag behind me as I walked towards the jet waiting on the terrace.
Could it even be called a bag? With how huge and heavy it was, one would think I had stuffed a dead body in there.
When Balery told me that the vacation was going to last a month, I'd been left with no choice but to roll out my biggest box and shove in as much clothes as I could. Suffice to say, I was regretting that decision now that my hand was starting to feel like it was two seconds away from pulling out of my body.
As I drew closer to the jet, two men dressed in uniform spotted me and hastily dove for the two bags I carried. One of them carried the heavy bag—even though he tried to hide it well, I could see that he was definitely surprised by the weight—and the other reached for the bag
