Della’s POV
Completely exhausted from my argument with Jackson, I only took a short break in my bed.
Still feeling restless, I finally sat up and started packing up my things. I needed to go back to Wakeland already, but not only because of my annoyance toward Jackson. Mostly because I already miss Aaden and Albert so much.
Slinging the backpack on my right shoulder, I set foot on the ship’s deck and stared at the vast sea while feeling the cold breeze brushing against my skin while my hair was being blown.
I smiled, feeling at ease and healed by the peaceful atmosphere the sea brought to me. The scent of the salty sea reached my nostrils, and I saw the beautiful green lands far ahead. Everything looked so pristine, which brought an indescribable emotion to me.
I could only be thankful enough that the dress I wore today fell until half of my shin, or else I’d have a hard time managing by how hard the wind was blowing my skirt.