She could not help but notice the man that stood just behind the group. I might as well try to control a tropical storm, she thought to herself, smiling. She quickly gathered her long dark hair and hopelessly attempted to smooth her curls, running her fingers through the unruly locks that reached her waist. She wore no makeup, and her curly hair was half tucked in between her neck and the scarf. She wore very comfortable flat sandals that made her feel quite small in comparison to the tall American men that followed the mayor and surrounded her in a circle.

She was wearing her most comfortable travelling outfit, a white linen Indian-inspired tunic and matching pants with her favourite turquoise scarf around her neck. She felt slightly self-conscious-he was wearing a formal and clearly expensive black suit with a royal blue tie, and his white hair was perfectly combed and very shiny. She smiled, humbled by the unexpected presence of such a high-profile figure. He had a huge open smile and a welcoming face. She recognised him as the mayor of New York, Mayor Jack Dawkins.

He took her luggage, leaving her only her handbag.Ī group of three men walked towards her. The man holding the sign smiled and said, Ms. She looked quite young for her age, and they were expecting an older woman. She walked towards him, smiling, but he looked puzzled. She saw a man holding a sign with her name on it. Kennedy International Airport in New York. She was leaving the baggage claim area of John F. Morgan was exhausted she had been travelling for over ten hours with very little sleep the previous night.

Beginnings by Jamie Le Fay