Miserable Thirteen

Chapter Twelve: Miserable Thirteen.

Damien looked out of the jet window. The pilot announced they’d be dropping soon and he heaved a sigh of relief. Those thirteen hours were the most depressing and challenging for him.

He wanted to be there with his bride but he couldn’t miss the meeting. He went through everything to arrange a wedding but had to postpone it as he won’t be there.

Why did she want it immediately? How exactly was the summit important to her than her own wedding? Or didn’t she take it serious?

Even as the jet was about landing, Damien still felt like turning back and being the one to wed her but it was too late.

It seemed also she didn’t mind or she wouldn’t have postponed it. The thought alone pained him.

“Sir Damien, we are here.” A small lady tapped his arm.

He looked up at her and she blushed. “We are here, sir.”

He sighed. “I can see that.”

She looked down and left.

He sighed again. He shouldn’t have let Butler Jim at home and deal with new butlers that a