It was pouring very hard. I pull my coat tightly around me, wishing that I had the sense to wear something waterproof instead of the long black overcoat, which now seem to be soaking up every drenched drop of water and growing heavier by the minute.

I also wished that I had the sense to tell Leo to drop me at the airport instead of foolishly taking a taxi as due you to my bad luck, as usual, the taxi had some problem and it stopped just outside the airport and it was fifteen minutes’ walk till the departure terminal. I was scared that I was running late, so I decided to take my luggage and walk down the road but all of a sudden it started pouring and breathing the rain with no hat, no raincoat, one suitcase, and my hand luggage, I walked towards the terminal.

As I reached the pavement I dumped the Case so that I could consult my watch for the time and give my armrest and comforted myself with the thought that soon I would be flying away from all this stupid weather. Flying to a sunny climate at least it would be sunny as I had read and checked and Googled it likewise. I had

checked in the morning that Seychelles was not cold because it was after all December and it was warmer than West France and scorched weather with never-ending clouds and wind and sleet and rain and depressing promises of more to come .

I wanted to get out of this depressing weather into a sunny zone. As I needed time to relax and meditate before returning for my father’s wedding.

Well in case you are wondering why is my old man getting married? Well, I am coming to that.

Through the driving rain airport terminal became visible in front of me and I began to feel a little panicky. It was the first time that something like that had happened to me. It was difficult to try and think back to exactly when I had started contemplating a holiday suddenly. As a child, I always went on Holidays with my parents. But after my mother ......I have spent my time only coming back and forth from my boarding school to home and after graduating from my school I had been staying in Francisco. I had been trying to build up my company and help the needy people but I hardly got time to take a vacation for myself it has been eight years down the long run.

Until now at the ripe age of twenty-six and in and an era where people travel all the time for leisure, I had never managed to go somewhere out of the country because there had always been something better to spend my hard-earned money on.

Every year for the past eight years I told myself that I would treat myself a holiday and collected a stack of brochures showing the beautiful Mediterranean Sea and Seychelles every year. I had given myself a long persuasive lecture on how much I dearly needed a break abroad.

But this time things had worked out for me not because I wanted to go but because I wanted to escape from my father's wedding. I did not want to be a part of it and I was giving myself some time to recuperate.

Oh and on that matter, my dad is a very famous multi Billionaire and his business is scattered all around the world and I am his only daughter and the heiress of his entire empire not that I am interested in. He has been dating his secretary, oh not a secretary right now. She had been promoted to executive manager post and they had been dating for a very long time and finally, they are tying the knot on the twenty-eighth of this month. It sounds so romantic right but I really don't like that bitch. Somehow I can’t accept it. But well it doesn’t matter because they are getting married and I am escaping.

I had the suitcase on the pavement, realizing that it felt even heavier now that I had rested my arm a few times. I smiled and walked across to the terminal building ahead of me, which through the driving rain was only a blurry outline, and then what happened next became a somewhat confusing sequence of events.

I slipped on the wet road and crashed on the floor.

I screamed painfully and in the process, my suitcase fell upon my leg and it was quite heavy.

I lay on the ground unable to move and all I could think was that I was going to miss my flight as there were only two flights that takes lesser time to reach Seychelles. And most of them have too many layovers.

I have spent every working hour looking forward to it and now I was going to miss it. I did not even stop to think that I was lucky that things could have been worse.

My leg was hurting badly and I tried to remove the suitcase away from my leg because its pressure was killing me and in between the pain I had images of the plane taking off and leaving me behind because here I was lying on the ground with what felt very much like a broken leg. Or at any rate, a leg that was not going to do much working for a little while yet.

I noticed that quite a crowd appeared to have gathered around me and also that there were many paparazzi’s strolling around, I did not want to be in the limelight as it would create a headline stating “Dam shell in distress at the airport” I pulled myself out of musings and hiding my face I tried to get up.

Suddenly someone grabbed my hand and pulled me up and after I steadied myself, I looked around at the person who helped me. I was fixed in my spot as I stared into those dark black eyes, I was speechless and I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Tears of happiness were flowing down my cheeks and I just stared for some time.

“Gina you bitch!” The woman shouted angrily and tears flowed down my cheeks making me look very foolish.