The Vanishing Fiancée — The London Flight Plan

His eyes landed on me, carrying a scrutiny only I could understand. Boyfriend. That voice was lazy and dangerous. My chest tightened

But I still stood and called him the way I had for five years Brother Luca watched me for a few seconds Then let out a low, unreasonable laugh

He tossed his car keys to the butler And went upstairs Tonight, we should celebrate Elena is about to go to lawn

My heart lurched I cut her off at once. Mom, this wine tastes a little harsh. Maybe it wasn't decanned long enough.

I'll get another one. The second the kitchen door closed, I lowered my voice. Mom, please don't tell Luke about me leaving yet. Why?

He's always cared about you the most. If you're leaving, he should know. I'm afraid he'll worry. I'm also afraid he won't agree.

I'll tell him after I get to London. All right. I'll keep it from him. But when you get there, message me every day.