(Myra's POV)

Kimberg, here I come.

Now that I am already inside my flight, which is ready to take off any minute, the feeling of nervousness is creeping in on me. This is the very first time I am going to another continent; damn this is my first ever flight experience as well. Oh my gosh, on my gosh, my palms are so sweaty, this is nerve wrecking.

In order to not put any kind of burden on my parents, I made a habit to travel from trains and buses only, not even cabs. Our family is just an average household and as I am adopted, I don't want to put them under more pressure. They have done a lot for me and are still doing it.

Though, my parents argued with me a lot on this topic, asking me to commute via planes but as stubborn as I am, I used to lie to them about having aerophobia or something of that sort. So, when I told them about, me, going to see Nora, all alone. Their initial reaction was, or rather I should say their concern was, my fear of flight.

'I really did dig my own grave back then, huhh.' But I brushed them off, by giving them one of those motivational taglines, 'Overcome your fear to achieve greatness.' Haha, good one, right? Anyways, in about five hours or so, I will be seeing Nora. So without further ado, I shut my eyes and slept in the meantime.

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I was woken up by the announcement of our arrival.

Rubbing my puffy eyes, I yawned and stretched my limbs. 'Ahh, I clearly need to freshen up before heading out of the airport. I don't want to come off as a zombie in front of her parents.' I thought, checking my face in the tiny mirror.

Taking my luggage from the belt, I searched for the washroom and primed myself up. I was in a pair of navy blue denim jeans and white turtle neck top. Because I knew the weather here was quite chilly so I carried a thick jet black woolen jacket. I tried to keep my clothing as simple as it can be and not to overdo it. Keeping my hair loose, I gave one glance at the mirror and winked, 'That's how I like it' and exited the airport.

At the airports' entrance, a person in all black suit and a pair of shades approached me, "This way, Ms. Miracle."

I looked at him, all confused. He seemed to have understood my puzzlement and added courteously, "Ms. Everests has sent me to pick you up."

"Ahhhh-, okay, thank you then" I glanced at him once more. He took my suitcase and back pack off of me and said, "Please follow me."

I walked behind him, trying to figure out how a driver can wear such an expensive looking suit. 'Don't be judgmental Myra, that's a rude thing to do.' Seriously, he didn't even look like a driver to me. He gives off vibes much like a CEO's assistant or something like that.

Nevertheless, we reached where the car was parked and I was flabbergasted by its mere sight. I blinked several times, trying to wake up from the dream I thought I was in. But it wasn't.

There stood the Rolls Royce, not just any Rolls Royce but the boat tail edition. My mouth was agape and I stood there like a mere statue. 'What is even this? Is it real? Is it some sort of a dummy? Man, that dummy model definitely looks like the real deal.'

I didn't even realize my mouth was still open in shock as the driver opened the door of that 'dummy car'.

To be Continued . . . . . .