"Sometimes, it's only when you stand high above and behold the earth from that vantage that you realize how vast the world is, and so your mind unknowingly broadens as well," Adrian said, shifting his gaze from the airplane window before it settled on Gwyneth's slightly freckled but intriguing face. "But not now, because all there is to see outside are clouds. Only when the plane descends to the troposphere can you see the earth, which is why I prefer to look at you instead."
Gwyneth smiled faintly, saying nothing. She had exchanged her clothes for a black formal outfit since the day in the outskirts of New York—a knee-length dress, a silk jacket, pointed leather shoes, and her slightly curled hair hanging down the sides of her face, concealing any imperfections. The careful grooming made her appear even more poised.