However, as soon as the flight smoothed out, Ste bolted for the restroom.


    Behind the locked door, she battled a relentless bout of vomiting that didnt stop until she felt utterly empty.


    Drained, she leaned heavily against the wall, gathering her strength to shuffle back to her seat.


    Seeing her struggle back, Sanford quickly got a flight attendants attention and asked for a ss of water, offering it to Ste with a gentle, Here, try some water.


    Be chimed in, her voiceced with concern, Why dont we swing by a hospital in Dorburn, just to y it safe? Ste managed a weak shake of her head.


    Really, its just a stomach bug.


    Nothing to fuss over.


    Be nodded, relieved to see Stes color slowly returning.


    Throughout the flight, Sanfords mind seemed elsewhere, visibly tense about what awaited them in Dorburn. Once theynded, Dorburn weed them with its unique allure.


    The streets were a tapestry of architectural stylesfrom stately, intricately designed towers to charming, small-scale homes.


    The vibrant chatter of locals in colorful attire added a lively buzz to the atmosphere, enriching the air with the scent of exotic spices.


    As they exited the airport, a sleek, luxurious car was ready at the curb, arranged by Sanford to whisk them away into the heart of this picturesque city.


    As they approached the sleek limousine, Ste couldnt help but be impressed once again by Sanfords meticulous nning.


    Just then, Bes friend arrived to pick them up.


    Whitney Loftus, a chic and fashionable woman about Bes age, greeted them with a warm smile.


    Im really sorry, Mr.


    Quimby, Whitney said to Sanford, her tone genuine.


    Its been ages since Ive caught up with my friend, so we wont need the limo. Thanks for setting it up though.


    Be and Ste echoed Whitneys apologies before joining her, leaving Sanford by the arranged car.


    Once they were settled in Whitneys car, with Whitney in the drivers seat, she couldnt resist her curiosity about Sanford.


    So, who is Sanford, exactly? Ste exined as they pulled away, Hes the design director of Sanz Group.


    Weve got some special ties; hes also a friend.


    Whitneys brow crinkled slightly.


    He seems familiar somehow.


    Cant ce where I mightve seen him.


    Ste waved off the puzzlement with a casual guess.


    Maybe at some event? Sanz Groups always throwing fashion shows around the globe. Easy to spot a face and forget the ce, you know? Whitney let the topic slide without further ado.


    Turning back to Ste with a bright smile, Whitneyplimented her.


    Ste, youre truly stunning.


    I was really looking forward to meeting you.


    Last time was such a missed chance.


    Their conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving through various topics until they circled back to Kristian.


    Whitneys expression soured with indignation.


    I never saw iting from Kristian; he seemed above such malice.


    And Elizabeth, whom Ive watched grow from a toddler? I cant wrap my head around her scheming to murder her own mother.