Grace POV
I was floating.
Yes, floating because the flight back home felt like a dream to me. It was as if I was a nebulous mass of contradictions, present but not there. For the flight back to England, we used THE Elton's private jet for the journey. I should have been intrigued by the beautiful plane and its interiors but it was difficult for me to enjoy the flight.
I only stared at the window watching the big balls of cloud float, and wishing I was them because they had more freedom than me. At some point, I may have even dozed.
"Miss," a woman who was in her mid-thirties spoke quietly beside me. I met her when I boarded the plane and, since I and James were not on speaking terms, I refused to ask him who she was. She had introduced herself as Penny and told me she would be waiti
