She had managed to get in touch with Rita Thorndike, and told her she’d be getting there tomorrow morning, and since she was the only one in Jane Porter’s will, they could do the reading of the will tomorrow.

So she was set to go. James had gotten her a red-eye so she was cutting it close. She hurried home, pulled out her suitcase and started packing, her mind still racing.

When she was done packing, she pulled out the clothes she was going to be wearing. She took a shower, called a cab to be at her house in 1 hour and changed into more comfortable clothes. She was trying to double check her mental list, grabbed her chargers, cell phone, laptop and her purse and sat on the sofa to wait for the cab. She allowed a few minutes to relax. Today was supposed to be a good day. Look how that went, she sarcastically said to herself

She woke up to a knocking on the door. ‘Shit, the cab’. She went out with her suitcase in hand. The driver helped her with her suitcase while she locked up the house and got in the car. As he drove to the airport, she took some deep breaths to calm down.

It was supposed to be a good day.

TBC… (yes or no?)

(Chapter’s epilogue)

Los Angeles International Airport

A lone figure sat in the VIP lounge again, waiting for the departing flight. Where was she going this time? That’s right, Rome. Only this time, she was people watching. She liked to imagine lives behind the people she observed.

Today’s victim: a hurried brunette looking for a particular gate. She could see the brown mane of hair bouncing as hurried steps and the sound of the carry-on suitcase wheels echoed through the space till it reached her ears. And although she couldn’t see the brunette, she imagined her to be very beautiful given the elegance of her walk, even if she was in a hurry. She imagined the brunette to be late for a flight that would take her to her love, who would be waiting for her, roses in hand. And when they were finally reunited the lovers would emb-

“Miss? We’re ready for you to board” A young voice interrupted her musings. She looked back to where the brunette was just a minute ago, but she was gone. She took a deep sigh

“Thank you” Again, she carried her book while the man carried her suitcase to the gate, her blonde hair flowing flawlessly.