Read I Want You for Christmas: The Prince's Lost Princess - a Heartwarming Snow-Capped Holiday Romance for Free Online
Authors: Holly Rayner, Lara Hunter
back, relax, and enjoy the ride!”
Gaby grinned at the pilot as his head disappeared, and seconds later the engine rumbled into life. The plane lurched forward, engines blazing as the wheels lost contact with the tarmac and the jet rose into the air. Gaby watched as the lights of New York City glittered beneath her, before disappearing behind them.
Pressing the button down, she stretched as her seat not only reclined all the way back, but also folded outwards, creating a perfect little bed. It was extremely comfortable, and Gaby yawned, still exhausted from her restless sleep the night before. She found a cashmere blanket in a small drawer beneath her chair, covered herself up and snuggled into her little bed. It didn’t take long before she fell fast asleep.
SIX
Gaby was dreaming.
She was wearing a beautiful ball gown, and she was dancing with a handsome stranger. The music played on, and she laughed at a joke he was telling when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“May I have this dance?” a voice asked.
Gaby turned and looked up—which was unusual for her—into the golden hazel eyes of the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
“You may,” she said, ever the graceful one.
She smiled warmly at the man as he placed his hand in hers, and the two of them waltzed around the ballroom, everyone looking on.
“You look stunning,” the man whispered into her ear.
His warm breath made her shiver with awareness, and Gaby fought to remember the steps, lest she embarrass herself.
“As do you,” she murmured, and the man looked down at her with a grin.
“You’re waking up now, Gaby.”
“What?” she asked, unaware that she was dreaming.
“Goodbye,” the man said, kissing her on the cheek before walking away.
“Wait!” Gaby cried. Her ears began to pop, and she pulled at them in frustration. “What on earth…”
Gaby shot upward, almost hitting her head against the low ceiling of the cabin. She took a breath, remembering where she was and what was going on. The plane was beginning its descent, which explained the popping in her ears. As she gazed out the window, Gaby caught her first glimpse of the autumnal Tuscan countryside as rows and rows of vineyards came into view. Looking ahead, she could see the red-bricked rooftops of Florence, and her heart began to flutter with excitement.
All of this had been real! She really was in Italy. It occurred to her then that they hadn’t even checked for her passport. Wasn’t that odd? Did it really matter, since she was landing in Italy any minute?
Her blood raced as she fought to contain her excitement, and, if she were honest, her fear. Gaby hadn’t realized until now just how sheltered she’d always been as the youngest of four children. It was annoying.
The plane cruised towards a small airport, touching down softly on the tarmac. Gaby looked at the time, surprised to see her phone had already updated to Florence’s time zone, and that it was already afternoon.
The plane glided along the runway like a graceful swan, finally coming to a stop near another small terminal. Giacomo peeked back.
“Good afternoon, Miss Galtieri! Welcome to Florence. Or, should I say: benvenuti a Firenze !”
Gaby smiled. “ Grazie ,” she said in her best Italian accent.
Giacomo grinned. “Might need a little work on the accent, miss. You’ll get it, though.”
Gaby grinned back. “I’ll certainly try. Thank you for a wonderful flight, Giacomo.”
“ Certo , miss. Allow me to open up the cabin, and we can get you on your way.”
Gaby watched as Giacomo’s face disappeared only to reappear at the door as it opened.
Grabbing her backpack and a few crackers for the road, Gaby exited the plane and took a deep breath. The air was crisp and clean. It smelled of vegetation, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint what type. Gaby was a city girl after all, and
Gaby grinned at the pilot as his head disappeared, and seconds later the engine rumbled into life. The plane lurched forward, engines blazing as the wheels lost contact with the tarmac and the jet rose into the air. Gaby watched as the lights of New York City glittered beneath her, before disappearing behind them.
Pressing the button down, she stretched as her seat not only reclined all the way back, but also folded outwards, creating a perfect little bed. It was extremely comfortable, and Gaby yawned, still exhausted from her restless sleep the night before. She found a cashmere blanket in a small drawer beneath her chair, covered herself up and snuggled into her little bed. It didn’t take long before she fell fast asleep.
SIX
Gaby was dreaming.
She was wearing a beautiful ball gown, and she was dancing with a handsome stranger. The music played on, and she laughed at a joke he was telling when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“May I have this dance?” a voice asked.
Gaby turned and looked up—which was unusual for her—into the golden hazel eyes of the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
“You may,” she said, ever the graceful one.
She smiled warmly at the man as he placed his hand in hers, and the two of them waltzed around the ballroom, everyone looking on.
“You look stunning,” the man whispered into her ear.
His warm breath made her shiver with awareness, and Gaby fought to remember the steps, lest she embarrass herself.
“As do you,” she murmured, and the man looked down at her with a grin.
“You’re waking up now, Gaby.”
“What?” she asked, unaware that she was dreaming.
“Goodbye,” the man said, kissing her on the cheek before walking away.
“Wait!” Gaby cried. Her ears began to pop, and she pulled at them in frustration. “What on earth…”
Gaby shot upward, almost hitting her head against the low ceiling of the cabin. She took a breath, remembering where she was and what was going on. The plane was beginning its descent, which explained the popping in her ears. As she gazed out the window, Gaby caught her first glimpse of the autumnal Tuscan countryside as rows and rows of vineyards came into view. Looking ahead, she could see the red-bricked rooftops of Florence, and her heart began to flutter with excitement.
All of this had been real! She really was in Italy. It occurred to her then that they hadn’t even checked for her passport. Wasn’t that odd? Did it really matter, since she was landing in Italy any minute?
Her blood raced as she fought to contain her excitement, and, if she were honest, her fear. Gaby hadn’t realized until now just how sheltered she’d always been as the youngest of four children. It was annoying.
The plane cruised towards a small airport, touching down softly on the tarmac. Gaby looked at the time, surprised to see her phone had already updated to Florence’s time zone, and that it was already afternoon.
The plane glided along the runway like a graceful swan, finally coming to a stop near another small terminal. Giacomo peeked back.
“Good afternoon, Miss Galtieri! Welcome to Florence. Or, should I say: benvenuti a Firenze !”
Gaby smiled. “ Grazie ,” she said in her best Italian accent.
Giacomo grinned. “Might need a little work on the accent, miss. You’ll get it, though.”
Gaby grinned back. “I’ll certainly try. Thank you for a wonderful flight, Giacomo.”
“ Certo , miss. Allow me to open up the cabin, and we can get you on your way.”
Gaby watched as Giacomo’s face disappeared only to reappear at the door as it opened.
Grabbing her backpack and a few crackers for the road, Gaby exited the plane and took a deep breath. The air was crisp and clean. It smelled of vegetation, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint what type. Gaby was a city girl after all, and
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