I returned to the villa and collapsed onto the sofa, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
On my phone, news about Chase running away from the wedding had once again shot to the top of trending topics.
At the engagement party, it was supposed to be the moment for exchanging rings.
But Chase suddenly changed, as if he had become a different person, and fled from the engagement party.
My phone suddenly started receiving a flood of text messages from unknown numbers.
They all began with: "Verona, I'm sorry."
Looking at these messages, I ignored them.
I simply turned off my phone.
Chase, it's too late.
I no longer want to make up with him.
The next day, the sun shone brightly.
Just before boarding the plane, I deleted all the photos from my time in New York City.
While cleaning up my contacts, I kept Zoran's number.
After all, he had saved me, and was pretty much my only friend in New York City.
I chose a warm small town as my destination.