I stared in disbelief when the airline sent me a text message indicating that the booking was successful.
Why did I book a flight to France?
Was I being manipulated by some invisible forces just now?
Seeing that I kept scratching my hair, Miss Woods came over and asked worriedly, "Is your head hurting, Miss Wanda?"
I shook my head and looked at her. "There's no way for a person to control their desire to meet another person, right, Miss Woods?"
She was stunned for a moment, then smiled in understanding. "You miss Mr. Grant?"
I had no way of refuting Miss Woods’ words. I indeed missed Theo, but perhaps it was the fact that we were always together and could see each other every day that I felt uncomfortable being at home alone after just two days apart.
Hesitating no more, I took out my car keys and went out the door.
I drove straight to the airport.
As my phone had to be turned off during the flight, I sent Theo a text in time to tell him that I had business to attend to. Then, I arrived at the airport and got on the plane.
It was a ten-hour flight to France. I slept dazedly on the plane and woke up with a few hours to spare, so I took out the book I bought at the airport and read it.
We made a transfer halfway through. I went to the washroom and had something to eat at Sydney airport.
I almost forgot my book when I boarded the plane, but I ran back to get it again because I had enough time.
As I was in a hurry, I knocked over a lady wearing stilettos.
The lady had a Coke in her hand. Her beach hat dropped to the floor, exposing her blonde hair.
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