Chapter 45: Leaving and Realizations
Natalie~
I blinked. Then I laughed.
I mean, really laughed. A full, belly-aching, tear-inducing laugh because surely—surely—Jacob was joking.
"We’re going to Paris," he had said, like he was inviting me out for coffee. Like it was normal. Like it wasn’t the most absurd thing I had heard in my entire life.
When my laughter finally subsided, I wiped a stray tear from my eye and looked at Jacob. He wasn’t laughing.
The amusement died in my throat.
"Wait." I straightened in my seat, my heart starting to pound. "You’re serious?"
Jacob rolled his eyes. "Would I joke about something like this?"
"You would, actually," I shot back. "And you just did. So excuse me for not believing that you’re actually planning to whisk me away to Paris of all places."
He shrugged, as if we were discussing the weather. "Believe what you want, princess, but the plane leaves in a few hours."
I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. Then I threw my hands up. "This is ridiculous! You can’t just decide to go to another country on a whim!"