Ten Days to Leave My Stepbrother (Beatrice) novel Chapter 10

**Across Quiet Meadows Rise Dreams Waiting For Their Moment – Chapter 10**

The clock struck eight as the direct flight from New York to London lifted off from the bustling JFK International Airport, the engines roaring to life and propelling them into the vast sky.

As the plane ascended, a wave of fatigue enveloped Beatrice, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. She could no longer fight it; her eyelids grew heavy, and she surrendered to the pull of sleep, her dark-rimmed eyes fluttering shut.

Time seemed to slip away, and she found herself in a deep slumber that lasted over seven hours. When she finally stirred, the reality of her situation washed over her like a refreshing breeze. Beatrice blinked against the artificial light of the cabin, realizing with a mix of disbelief and relief that she had truly embarked on this journey, leaving her past behind.

Here she was, alone in a foreign land, far removed from the familiar embrace of her homeland. This new chapter was one she had never envisioned for herself; the thought of it both exhilarated and terrified her.

As she reflected on her departure, a surprising calm settled within her. Saying goodbye hadn’t been the gut-wrenching ordeal she had anticipated. Instead, it was a gentle release, a soft exhale of relief. Loneliness, too, felt different than she had imagined—not a crushing weight, but a quiet space filled with possibilities.

With this newfound perspective, Beatrice felt a sense of ease washing over her. She retrieved her phone, her fingers deftly navigating to the list of reminders she had meticulously crafted before her flight. Each item was a lifeline, a reassurance that she had planned for this moment.

Her apartment in London was all set up, stocked with the essentials for her daily life, leaving her with little to fret about. Yet, one lingering thought gnawed at her—a question that hovered in her mind like a shadow. It was about the boy who had orchestrated this entire transition for her, the childhood fiancé her mother had spoken of in hushed tones.

What was his name again?

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The name escaped her, slipping through her fingers like sand. In a moment of desperation, she fished out the note her mother had given her, the ink still fresh, and added his number on WhatsApp.

Lilith Sterling, her mother’s childhood friend, was there, flanked by her husband and son. Beatrice had only seen Lilith in old photographs, her memories of her hazy and vague.

She hesitated, caught in a moment of uncertainty, unsure whether to approach them first. But Lilith, with her vibrant spirit, had already spotted her and was waving enthusiastically.

“Bex, here!”

A rush of warmth flooded Beatrice’s cheeks as she forced a polite smile, the corners of her mouth lifting despite her nervousness. She made her way toward them, but the throng of people and the weight of her luggage made the journey feel daunting. Just as she began to feel overwhelmed, a familiar figure emerged from the entrance—Greyson.

With a swift motion, he stepped forward, grabbing one of her suitcases with ease. She struggled with the other two, but before she could express her gratitude, he had already taken the suitcase from her left hand, his demeanor calm and collected.

Lilith, arriving a beat later, quickly instructed her husband to assist with the remaining suitcase. She linked arms with Beatrice, pulling out a tissue to dab the sweat from her forehead, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Beatrice looked up, surprised by the brightness in Lilith’s gaze, a welcome contrast to the uncertainty that had clouded her thoughts just moments before.