LUNA’S POV
The hovering sound of the plane buzzing into my ears, waking up my senses from my deep sleep.
I'm stretching my arms with closed eyes while headache hitting like a banging hammer on my head.
A hangover is new to me, and my blood is fighting from the whiskey served last night after dinner.
That was the first-ever whiskey that I have ever tasted and the last, never again!
Last night, Celeste was too challenging over dinner, testing my patience like a jealous mom.
It's a good thing, Marco, Jacob's dad is the coolest, practical, and funny. He has a lot of quirky jokes stored in his mind, the opposite character of his wife.
And I just remembered his words when his wife left the dining with unhappy Jacob, he is unhappy with his mom manipulating him the whole time.