(Myra's POV)
Kimberg, here I co.
Now that I am already in my flight which is ready to take off any minute, the feeling of nervousness is creeping in on . This is the very first ti I am going to another continent; damn this is even my first ever flight experience. Oh my gosh, on my gosh, my palms are so sweaty.
In order to not put any kind of burden on my parents, I made a habit to travel from trains and buses.
Though, my parents argued with a lot on this topic, asking to commute via planes but as stubborn as I am, I used to lie to them about having aerophobia or sothing of that sort. So, when I told them about, going to see Nora, all alone, there first reaction or rather concern was my fear of flight.
'I really did dig my own grave back then, huhh.' But I brushed them off, by giving them one those motivational taglines, 'Overco your fear to achieve greatness.' Haha, good one, right? Anyways, in about five hours or so, I will be seeing Nora. So without further ado, I shut my eyes and slept in the anti.
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I am woken up by the announcent of our arrival. Rubbing my puffy eyes, I yawned and stretched my body. 'Ahh, I clearly need to freshen up before heading out of the airport. I don't want to co off as a zombie in front of her parents.'
Taking my luggage from the belt, I searched for the washroom and prid myself up. I was in a pair of navy blue denims and white turtle neck top. Because I knew the weather here was quite chilly so I carried a thick jet black woolen jacket. I tried to keep my clothing as simple as it can be and not to overdo it. Keeping my hair loose, I gave one glance at the mirror and winked, 'That's how I like it' and exited the airport.
At the airports' entrance, a person in all black suit and a pair of goggles approached , "This way Ms. Miracle."
I looked at him, all confused. He seed to have understood my puzzlent and added, "Ms. Everest has sent to pick you up."
"Ahhhh-, okay" I glanced at him once more. He took my suitcase and back pack off of and said, "Please follow ."
I walked behind him, trying to figure out how a driver can wear such expensive suit. 'Don't be judgntal Myra, that's a rude thing to do.' Seriously, he didn't even look like a driver. He gives off vibes much like a CEO's assistant or sothing like that.
Nevertheless, we reached where the car was parked and I was flabbergasted by its re sight. I blinked several tis, trying to wake up from dreams. But it wasn't. There stood the Rolls Royce, not just any Rolls Royce but the boat tail edition. My mouth was agape and I stood there like a re statue. 'What is even this? Is it real? Is it so sort of a dummy? Man, that dummy model definitely looks like the real deal.'
I didn't even realize my mouth was still open in shock as the driver opened the door of that 'dummy car'.
To be Continued . . . . . .
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