She glanced down the interior of the cabin. The whole place was set up as a grand salon with a rich carpeted floor, leather chairs, and sofas. There was a central fountain with platinum spouting goldfish and cherubs. A white grand piano was in the distance. Kaitlyn blinked at the sight.
Shannon caught the direction of her eyes.
“The boss likes to play. It helps her think. This is her personal plane.”
“That’s Stella Boursellino?”
“Yeah, you saved her life in Paris. Believe me, Kaitlyn, you’ll never be poor and you’ll never walk alone.”
“It’s tragic I guess, to fall from her horse so young.”
Shannon fixed her eyes on Kaitlyn.
“You’re in too deep to pull out of this show, so I’m going to tell you one thing. Stella didn’t fall from a horse. That’s the PR stuff for the mags and the dayti
