Chapter Twenty-Five: Ella

Ella

Ella blinked at the bright sunshine as she stepped out of the helicopter and onto solid land. Despite the beauty of the helicopter's interior, she was glad to be out of it. The blades were slowing as they exited, but she still felt the need to duck as they moved away.

The country was lush and green, and Ella could see plants growing in rows upon rows. “Where are we?” Ella asked, looking around.

Jace didn't answer. Instead, a smiling woman in jeans and a cowboy hat greeted them over the roar of the dying helicopter blades. “Welcome to Jacobson Vineyards and Winery. We're so glad you're here, Mr. Connor.”

Jace shook her hand. “We're glad to be here.”

“Excellent,” the woman replied, broadening her smile. “If you're ready, we can begin the tour.”

Jace took Ella's hand in his as they followed the woman toward rows of green plants. Ella loved how natural it felt to have his hand in hers. Her heart fluttered with pure joy. It was a simple happiness. One that felt like it could endure fo