Chapter 8: The London tour

(Sabrina's POV)

I suddenly felt something soft touches my cheek. When I opened my eyes, it seems like an angel from heaven came down and which is smiling while staring at me.

I don't want to think about it because I'm afraid I might be dead. Why did a handsome angel come down? Will he come after me? Then I don't expect that I will go to heaven.

"Will you fetching me, guardian angel?" I suddenly asked, but I was surprised when a sweet smile that drew on his red lips earlier was replaced by a serious face.

But wait, is that an angel? 

"Damien," I uttered in a hushed voice. I'm just overthinking, it's just Damien. But seriously, his good-looking face was looked like a real angel from heaven who came down to make me happy and also, to make me smile.

"Whatever you're thinking, Sabrina." He says which now the face can no longer be painted. I sat up and we were still inside the plane. I didn't realize before that I had fallen asleep.

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