CHAPTER 254
KATYA POV
Someone was calling my name. Not loudly. Not urgently. Just enough to slip into the edge of my sleep and tug.
"Miss… Miss?"
I stirred, brow creasing as the weight of sleep resisted me. My body felt heavy, warm, wrapped in something that smelled faintly of clean fabric and recycled air.
The gentle pressure on my arm returned and I blinked. Lights. Soft and dimmed. A narrow ceiling curving overhead. The low, constant hum I'd somehow slept through.
The plane. My eyes focused slowly, lashes fluttering as the world came into place. A woman stood beside me, smiling politely, dressed in crisp navy and white.
An air hostess as nonna had said. Her expression was calm, practiced, kind. "We've landed, miss," she said quietly. "Welcome to italy"
Italy. The word echoed strangely in my head, like it belonged to someone else's life.
I shifted in my seat, muscles stiff, neck sore from leaning awkwardly to the side. My blanket slipped down to my lap.
