CHAPTER 22: The First Night in Paris

Mr. Davide’s private jet takes off from the airport at around lunch time. The view from up top is breathtaking and the most noteworthy out of all nature's offerings are the featureless clouds that hug the crystal-blue sea and the miniature-like islands that are floating from across that sea. Oohs and aahs keep bolting out of my mouth. Goosebumps keep vibrating on my skin.

I’ve never imagined that I’d get to ride a private jet let alone see this jaw-dropping bird's-eye view of Manila. The man, who I initially thought would give me the worst days of my life, is the one who’s actually offering me the best days of my life!

“Thank you!” I say as I sling my eyes to Mr. Davide.

“We’re not yet in the most exciting part,” he replies as he raises his glass of red wine to me.

I lift my own glass of red wine and say, “Cheers!”

The rims of our glasses clink as we make a toast.

I take a sip on the wine. Its luscious, prominent tannins, moderate acidity and dryness perfectly complement its