At Silvanus,
Aveline stifled a yawn when she got out of the private jet. "What…" Her voice faded, her lips curled into an O. She rubbed her eyes, looking at the runway surrounded by the mountains. The sky was blushing in color when the sun was kissing it. The chunky clouds were floating away like they didn't witness the romance of sun and sky.
She had visited many hill stations but the runway in the middle of lush green mountains was a first.
Alaric let her admire the view, soaking in the setting sun under the clear sky.
When they stepped out of the airport, a man handed him the keys, and Alaric opened the door of the Ferrari California for her.
Aveline looked at the open-top car and Alaric. That couldn't be from the hotel staff.
He answered her without question, "Grandmother has a vacation mansion here." And that's how he knew the small country called Silvanus.
