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Britain furrowed her brows in confusion. The last time she checked, they had only been on the jet for two hours. There was no way she had been out for the remainder of the six hours. "We made it to Italy already?" she groggily asked as she sat up on the bed.

An amused smirk etched onto Priest's face as he shook his head. "We had a change of plans," he told her as he extended his hand to her. Priest aided her up from the bed, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "I told you that you were tired."

Britain rolled her eyes as a light laugh aired out of her. "Your jet is nice and all, but that bed is super uncomfortable," she teased as she led the way to the exit of the jet.

Priest scoffed. "I couldn't tell. You were knocked out with your fucking mouth all open," he playfully heckled her, causing her to brush his hands off her waist.

"If you want me to marry you, I suggest you start being nicer to me," she jested.

"Got it,Gioia," he laughed as he sat a kiss on her cheek.

Together, the two stepped out of the aircraft, feeling the warm sun greet them. The breeze brushed over their skin as the clear blue skies radiated a vibrant energy. "Kanaz, where the hell are we?" Britain asked with her face screwed up in confusion.

Priest chuckled at how oblivious she was to their location. He didn't want to just throw Britain into Italy full throttle, so he planned something special for her. He had been planning this short stay in Ibiza for a few days now, and it was well deservedby Britain. "We're taking a quick stop before we head to Italy," he informed her as he took her hand into his.

She shot him a skeptical side-eye, bringing him to more laughter.

"You trust me?"

"Well obviously," she replied to him while flashing him her engagement ring.

He nodded his head as he led the way to the awaiting dark tinted SUV. He shot the driver a curt and polite head nod before he opened the door for Britain. She stood still, unsure if she should get into the car without having him answer her questions.

"Just trust me, Gioia," he suavely spoke as his face became masked with his charming smile.

Priest continued to hold the door open for her as she eyed him. She was being stubborn since she wasn't a fan of surprises. Finally, she got into the car and was met with a large bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in the center of the seat. She felt her face heat up as she blushed from the gesture. "See, all you have to do is just trust me," Priest assured her with a smooth wink.

She lifted the roses to her nose, taking in the fresh aroma of the bouquet. Once Priest shut the door, he went around and climbed into the vehicle himself. She leaned over to kiss his lips. "I love you," she said against his lips.

"Love you too," he professed. "Read the card."

Britain grinned widely as she picked the card from the center of the roses. He watched as she opened it, reading what was written inside.

To Gioia from Priest with love. Welcome to Ibiza, Spain.

"We're in Spain?!" Britain's eyes widened in shock.

Priest chuckled as he nodded. "I lived and we got engaged, so I think that's grounds for a celebratory vacation," he suggested.

Filled with excitement, she laughed at how smug he could be. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek repeatedly. "Thank you, P," she expressed her gratitude. "You're the best."

Priest shrugged dismissively as he intertwined their hands together. "This is nothing," he said as he waved her off. "I just want to keep all my promises to you."

Britain was jubilating in so much excitement, she couldn't even come up with any words to render Priest a response. She simply wrapped her arms around him once more, smothering him in a multitude of kisses.As they drove through Ibiza, she stared out the window like an anxious child. She fawned at the clear blue waters and the gorgeous view the island had to offer. The drive to their luxurious villa had her on the edge of her seat. Once they arrived, she didn't even wait for Priest to come around and open the door. He laughed as he got out of the car, making his way around to her.

"You like it?" he asked as he gestured toward the villa he had rented for their stay.

"Do I like it?" Britain scoffed. "Iloveit!"

This was the happiest he'd seen her in a while, so he was basking in it. "C'mon, crazy." He tossed his arm around her shoulder as they began walking toward the entrance of the villa. The cobble stone pathway led them to the beautiful white stone villa that was decorated with skyscraping palm trees. The waters surrounding it were so massive that Britain could see the deep blue water all the way from the front of the house.

Unable to contain herself, she jumped up and down in excitement as Priest opened the door for her. "Slow down," she heard him call out behind her in amusement as she rushed inside.

She looked around the villa, instantly captivated by the classic white décor of the home. The floors were canvassed in a beautiful tile that complimented the crisp white furniture.Averting her eyes upward, she fawned over the wooden beams that lined the ceiling. The home gave the perfect beach vibe they both needed.

She turned around on her heels, jolting toward Priest and springing into his arms. She hoisted herself up to wrap her legs around his torso. "Yo, I did just get shot a few days ago," he winced in pain as he reminded her.

Clicking back into reality, Britain hopped off him with an apologetic expression etching her face. "Sorry, P. I forgot."