Something good and then something bad

Grace found herself sitting on the plane going home, alone. Her heart got shattered, and she wanted to cry.

When she was little, she had dreamt of a wedding so grand that she'd be the envy of many. Her honeymoon would be somewhere on a beach. 

What she imagined was very fairytale-like and when she woke up, her husband would have breakfast ready.

Now that she's grown, that fairytale dream vanished.

Blowing on the window, Grace watched as her breath created a fog. Tracing her name, Grace entertained herself.

She took the first flight available after reading the text her husband sent her.

He said that she could go by herself. He was busily tending to the affairs of the company and all those crazy things.

Leaning against the seat, Grace let her gaze fall on the clouds that they passed by. She suddenly thought of the paintings that artists do. In amazement, Grace smiled.