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SummerKisses
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
“Santana, we’re about to land soon,” Derek quietly whispered, pushing her shoulder to wake her up.
“W-What?” she groaned, wanting to sleep longer.
“You can sleep later once we get to Nesta’s friend’s house,” he smiled at her, his blue eyes twinkling.
“What’re you so giddy about?” she asked while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“I’m excited, and you’re so cute when sleepy,” he winked at her.
Rolling her eyes, she prepared for landing. There was a bit of turbulence, making her feel a bit nauseated. As they landed, the female vamp said another of her boring speeches. Santana ignored her as she calmed herself down. She wasn’t as nervous about landing; well she was, just not as much as she felt about meeting Elle.
After getting their bags, which Derek and Landon fought over to carry, they headed to the meeting area. The lobby was crowded with people, and one out of the ordinary caught Santana’s eye. A tall brunette with a white summer dress and brown boots stared at them. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in a delicate way, and soft olive coloured skin. Everything about the woman showed power, strength, and determination. When the woman stalked towards them, her dark hair swaying around her, Santana backed into Derek’s chest. It was strange the way the woman made her feel, as if a spark had caused a fire deep within her soul to ignite. As if she and the woman had a connection. Nesta smiled happily, before running towards the strange woman. Santana frowned, wondering if it was Rosalie Lucia. Wasn’t the woman over fifty years old? Just the way Nesta talked about her…
“Rosalie, how good to see you!” Nesta hugged her happily, her head reaching Rosalie’s stomach. She was at least 6’0” and looked like she worked out every day, according to her physique.
“Mi pequeña, it’s been so long! Look at you,” she pulled away, putting her hand on Nesta’s head.
“Wow, you’ve grown at least a centimeter!” Rosalie laughed.
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