GRETA:
I have never been in a place this exotic. Hell, I've never been in a private jet before. This all feels surreal, like I am living a dream. These things are only reserved for people from old wealth, strikingly beautiful women who are lucky to catch the eye of rich men or top models.
Not me. Not a mere waitress who can barely feed herself and her boyfriend.
Klaus's hand is on the small of my back as he leads me towards one of the ivory leather coated seats. "Here," He takes me by the elbow, stopping me from moving.
I give him a look before sliding into the seat. I sink right in, feeling my body relax as it digs into the plush seat. I could sit here forever and feel comfortable the whole time. That's how nice this seat feels.
I take a look around. At the wooden frames, the gild
