5.Leaving Home

Zoya's POV

An hour after the wedding

He was insistent that we leave immediately for Italy. Oh my god does this man have a little bit of patience? He is planning to get me out of my home and nation as soon as possible. I have already noticed how he didn't attend any of the ceremonies. I doubt whether he will spend time with me.

Soon we were in his car driving towards the airport. Through my side view, I take in his appearance. I have not seen him properly yet. He had a chiselled face with sharp grey eyes and a pointed nose, his hair was styled neatly and he had a trimmed beard. His features looked sharp.

And on the other hand here I have chubby cheeks, brown eyes, brown hair and a small nose. He is way better than me but why would he want to marry me?

Renzo's POV

From my peripheral view, I was able to see her looking at me. I am 1000% sure that she is thinking about why I married her. Well she will have to wait to know the answer. I turned to look at her, she immediately turned her attention to her fingers playing with them. She was looking so cute except for her dress which was showing off her cleavage and it was not helping me. Ahh, what is happening to me I should not let my emotions overpower me. I turned my head back towards the windows.

Soon we reached the airport. I got out of the car and walked towards my private jet. I looked around only to see her struggling to walk in her dress."Can you walk a little bit faster?" I ask her annoyed. "Sorry, it's just that this dress is a bit heavy and you are walking so fast" She replies. I turn around and walk towards her without any further talking I pick her up and walk toward the plane. She was right this dress is very heavy. Why did she have to wear such a heavy dress?

Zoya's POV

I didn't expect this from him. He held me close to his chest and I was able to smell his musky scent. Once we reached inside he made me sit on a seat and sat opposite me."You can change your dress if you need, there are clothes in the second room to the left." he said. I thank him and walk towards the room. I enter inside and lock the door. There were a few comfy clothes on the bed. I took a set from it and changed my dress. I also removed my makeup. I went back and sat opposite him, looking out of the window. That's when the pain of leaving home hits me.