The red head with a sheepish smile approaches the counter nervously. She hands her passport to the Airport officer. The man flips it open then looks at her.
Linden, Breanna May
November 10,1992
Manorville, New York
The passport officer stamps her entry then gives it back and says "Next".A silent sigh of relief escapes from her. She smiles with triumph as she walks away to get her luggage.
At the departure area, she keeps trying to read every banner raised for the new arrivals. Where is my name? Nikola Tocci is nowhere.
"Oh, Foolish me!" She chides herself as she realized that she's totally a different person in this foreign land. She must get used to her new self. She smiles at a black man with dainty suit who is holding a banner of her name written in big bold letters.
"Welcome to Cape Town, Miss Breanna. I am your driver to the Villa, Luke." he greets her modestly as she hands him her luggage.
She smiles back, "Luke, just call me, Bree."
She puts her dark glasses on as she contents herself at the passenger's seat. One day and an hour flight from San Francisco to South Africa puts her to sudden oblivion as the car speeds through the highway from the airport. The 33 minute ride seems short when the driver calls her attention that they reach the destination. Luke leads her to a narrow walkway covered by tall trees and outlined by a well kept grassy pathway to the main entrance of the vacation rental.
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Mystery / ThrillerWARNING: This story contains explicit material and some languages which may not be appropriate to everyone. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggesti...