The flight to Bonnet Island Estate was still 50 minutes away from taking off. Arthur and his little family were in the waiting lounge for the first class passengers.
Emily was seated on the couch, having a cup of coffee, and reading a magazine. Arthur was right next to her, with Amity sleeping, leaning onto his chest.
The little princess had dozed off to sleep as soon as she was showered and dressed. Her parents realized that early morning flights are definitely not her thing.
“Travelling early morning is definitely not her thing,” Emily said.
Arthur chuckled, “Yeah. She needs to do everything in her comfort.”
“Are you okay?” she turned to him, closing the magazine.
“About what?” he asked.
“Like going to meet up with your old friends. I don’t know what has happened. But I can feel y
