Chapt. 14

Louisa had settled in the plane with a magazine in hand and even though it was spread open upon her face, her mind belonged somewhere else; Was she really going to take on her life like nothing happened back in Hawaii? It was plausible that the image of him will haunt her now more than ever.

Suddenly, the fear of him returning to the states from wherever took control as possibilities swam in her mind that fate will take a pretty nasty toll on her and all that she had built.

She felt the seat next to her squish as a good-looking gentleman of unmistakably late thirties occupied the seat next to her. She twitched her lip to him and when he did same, she kissed her face with the magazine again.

Louisa returned to the 'what ifs' and 'what wills' whilst pretentiously flipping the magazine in other not to look like a red-haired sculpted greek statue when an alto murmured a "thank you very much." It was a familiar note which she had been hearing for the past days but if