Marrying Her Older Billionaire

She went to the bathroom after telling a cabin crew member to get her something to eat. The cabin crew member said that it would take a few minutes so she decided to pass that time by going to the bathroom for a little while.

She got in and looked at herself in the mirror. Her father had seen her video several times over the course of the past few years. She had made sure to video call him at least once a week if not more often. However, the real thing is very different from what you see over the internet, and it can be rather jarring to see somebody that you have been seeing over the internet in person.

She wondered if her father would recognize her. She immediately regretted this thought. Of course he would recognize her. He was her father. He would have recognized her even if he hadn’t seen her face every week, even if he hadn’t gotten so many pictures of her over the past decade.

She washed her face. It was a pretty face. Thoroughly African and she was proud of this. The flared nostrils, the chocolate dark skin, the big, deep eyes, the pupils of which were the same color as her skin. She was proud to look this way. Her hair had been braided by the girls that she had taught. They had been rather surprised by her straightened, westernized hair and made sure that she got proper hair soon enough. She didn’t want to change her look. It made her feel like she would be carrying a part of her time in Kenya with her while she continued to sport this look and that made her very happy indeed.

She couldn’t wait to get home, and she regretted, somewhat, the fact that she had spent so long in Kenya. At the same time, she regretted her decision to head home. She would not be able to teach her children anymore, to be there for them the way that she was there for them for ten whole years. She hoped that the teacher would be good to them. That she would not be so thoroughly missed.

All in all, it was a very confusing situation to be in.

She went back to her seat and the hostess served her steak and wine. It was a very lovely meal indeed. Angie had not flown in ten years, and she was surprised at how much air travel had improved in that time. She had become accustomed, over the previous nineteen years of her life, to air travel that was a lot more uncomfortable. Now, however, it was a lot more comfortable, and since she was in first class she was truly treated like royalty.

Still, flying was just as unsettling as ever before. She kept reminding herself of the fact that air travel was the safest form of travel, but at the end of the day she just couldn’t think of flying through the air in a metal tube as safe. It was extremely difficult for her to be able to think of a car as being more dangerous than a plane, because it was immediately apparent that a car would be on the ground no matter how fast it traveled, and a plane was in the air. She kept telling herself that planes only seemed more dangerous because in the very unusual instances that something happened, a lot of people died and the incident always made front page news. Cars crashed a lot more often than planes did. They crashed every single day all around the world. Still, she couldn’t help but feel afraid.

She tried to think about something, anything at all, and she was surprised when her thoughts turned to Richard Breech, the man that her father had set up the law firm with. He had been very handsome back in the day. She had not spoken to him all that often over the past ten years, only the occasional letter or email and a phone call here and there, but she couldn’t deny that she had had a bit of a crush on him even before she left for Kenya.

She wondered what he looked like now. It was like she was getting back into the body of the nineteen year old girl that had gone to Kenya. She was starting to feel the same things that she had felt before, and this was rather odd. Why would she still be attracted to Richard after all these years? The only explanation was that she was getting back into the emotional mindset that she had been in when she had left for Kenya. She did not have any of the grief for which she was thankful, but Kenya had been the place where she had grown up. It had been the place where she had learned all of the things that she had learned, she had learned how to be an adult there because the children of the village that she had taught at had depended on her to be that for them.

She looked out of the window. What was home going to be like for her now? How would the adult Angie fit in, if at all? Would she be able to reconnect with the same old friends? She had spoken to her father every week, but speaking with someone over the phone is a lot different from being with them in person. Would she even be able to be with him in person? Would she feel awkward? Would he?

All of these thoughts were waves crashing onto the stony shore of her mind, and she was scared that she might get eroded away.

She saw the lights of the city that had been her home for two thirds of her life off in the distance. She felt her heart rate increase. She felt a rush. She was going to be home soon. She was finally going to be back. She had been trying to run away for ten whole years, but now she was going to head back and that was all that mattered. That was all that mattered because it would allow her to feel something other than the sense of escape that she had been seeking for so many years.

In a little over an hour, she was going to hug her father again and reunite with the friends and family that she had left behind. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but feel excited about meeting Richard again too.