Page 1 of His White Moonlight
CHAPTER ONE
The pilot announcedthe final approach, and I felt a surge of nervous anticipation.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?”the flight attendant asked.After I shook my head, she smiled.“You made my job easy this flight.”
Since Mom and Dad had bought all the seats to ensure I was the only person in the first-class section, I could see why.
“I hope you enjoy your stay in Motan.”
“Thanks.I hope your next flight is as easy.”
She buckled into her seat, and I looked out the window at the city I barely remembered.A city that was supposed to feel like home but didn’t.
Don’t think about it, Wrenly,I silently told myself.Focus on the positive.You’ll finally get to see Aiden and Karter in person again.
It’d been so long—seven years since I’d been home.
I studied my reflection in the glass, proud of how I’d managed to retain who I was, despite the time away.Rather than a fashionable twist, which would have helped me blend in at school, I wore my shoulder-length light brown hair back in a ponytail.Not a bit of makeup covered the smattering of subtle freckles along the bridge of my average nose or my grey eyes fringed by brown lashes.I felt makeup robbed me of an air of innocent cuteness that usually kept me out of trouble.
My full lips curved at the memory of how many times Aiden and Karter had taken the blame for our trouble because I’d looked too innocent to scold when I was younger.I hoped it would be the same now, even though I was officially and legally an adult.
An adult who still has zero control over her own life,I thought bitterly.
The airplane touched down several minutes later.While everyone sitting behind first class started to collect their belongings, I stood with my tote bag.Almost everything I’d accumulated while at the boarding school, which wasn’t much, had been packed and shipped three days ago, so I only had my one bag to worry about.
Debarking was quick and easy, and I power-walked to the security checkpoint, where Mom had said someone would be waiting for me.
I spotted a man with greying hair who wore a suit and held a sign for “Wrenly Belak.”Definitely not either of my brothers, whom I’d been expecting.
“Hey,” I said.“I’m Wrenly.What’s my mom’s first name?”
“Pardon?”the man asked, sounding surprised.
“Just because you have a sign with my name on it doesn’t mean I’m going to jump into a car with a stranger.”
He smiled, showing I’d amused him rather than offended him.
“I don’t know your biological mother’s name,” he said, “but Mrs.Wulf’s name is Christine.Mr.Wulf sent me to pick you up.You can call him to verify.My name is Milo.”
“Hmmm…I like your level of calm, Milo.Any chance you’ll let me drive?”
He folded the sign as he studied me.
“Do you have a license?”
“I do.”Not that I’d ever gotten a chance to use it.But I flashed my most charming smile at him as I pulled out my wallet to show him my ID, which I had received courtesy of private lessons and a private, in-school exam.
He glanced at it.“Do you know where you’re going?”
I was twelve when I left.What twelve-year-old paid attention to directions?
“That’s what GPS is for, Milo.”
He chuckled and motioned for me to walk with him.The black Benz he led me to looked sleek with its chrome accents.A car worthy of the high-maintenance girls who’d attended the last all-girl boarding school with me.
Milo crushed my dream of driving it, though, by opening the passenger door for me.I stuck out my bottom lip, but it didn’t work.
“Maybe next time,” he said.“City traffic is no joke, and you’re expected at home.”
