MICHAEL

The sound of my private jet is steady, almost soothing.

I sit back in the leather seat in my private jet across from Collins as I reflect on Aliana’s words and grin widely.

Her voice from last night keeps replaying in my head.

"I’m ready to marry you."

My mouth curves into a smile despite myself.

I rub my face and breathe slowly.

At last she is ready but I won't be seeing her again until two days time.

I'm on my way to tie up loose ends. Get back home then give Aliana a grand and befitting wedding.

The plane jolts.

I look up immediately as

Collins’ head...