Olivia
The city stretched below us, a blur of glowing lights through the airplane window. We were finally back in New York.
I pressed my forehead against the glass, watching as the clouds thinned and the skyline came into view. Something in me ached.
I didn’t want to leave China. I wasn’t ready for all the noise that came with home.
Sebastian sat beside me, quiet. He didn’t have to say anything—I knew he didn’t want to leave either, but work was calling, and people had been practically clawing at him for days.
On my end, the masked model buzz alone had stirred up more noise than i expected.
As much as I wanted to pretend we weren’t living in this circus, we were. And the ringmaster was calling.
The jet touched down, and of course—rain. Heavy and loud, slamming against the tarmac like some kind of dramatic welcome back.
Our driver was already waiting. We slid into the car, and it carried us through Manhattan’s storm-soaked streets.
We finally reached home. The mansion stood tall and
