Braelyn's POV
We ran like thieves, desperate not to run into anyone as we escaped the reception. I couldn't remember the last time I had laughed this hard.
The moment we stepped outside into the cold night air, fireworks were still exploding across the sky. Lucien suddenly stopped us, pulling me close for a moment. A sleek black car pulled up and came to a smooth stop in front of us.
He set me down gently. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for us. Once we were both settled inside, the door clicked shut, and the car began to move. I leaned back against the seat, trying to catch my breath while a wide grin stayed plastered on my face.
Lucien wore a permanent smile of his own. "How long is the ride to the airport?" he asked, reaching into the mini fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.
"Forty-five minutes, but we can make it in thirty if we're fast," the driver replied.
Lucien took a long gulp, wiped his mouth, and leaned back. "Take the long route," he instructed
