(Sapphire's POV)
I sat at a bench in the JFK international airport and waited for my flight time, I was ready to board and all.
And even though I was wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap, I still bent my head because the last thing I wanted was for any one to recognize me.
Oops, I also forgot that my hair was now very light burgundy.
There was no direct flight to my destination, so I was going to Auckland first.
WLG
Wellington. Three syllables. A city I'd never been to, named after a duke I didn't care about at the bottom of a country I couldn't even point to last month.
"Attention in the terminal. This is the final boarding call for air New Zealand flight…"
"I'm really doing this." I muttered and stood up, zoning every other word the announcer was saying. It was time to board.
The JFK international airport smelled like perfume samples and jet fuel.
"Ugh, I'm going to puke." I muttered. Why was I feeling so nauseous?
