The private jet was quiet.
Soft golden lights glowed dimly across the cabin while the low hum of the engines filled the silence around us.
Outside the windows, the sky stretched endlessly dark.
Somewhere below them was an ocean.
Somewhere ahead of them was New York.
But right now—
it felt like the world had narrowed down into just this plane.
Just Adrian.
And Just me.
I sat curled comfortably at the end of the long leather couch with my legs tucked beneath me while pretending to scroll through my phone.
Pretending.
Because realistically I had been rereading Daniel’s stupid messages for the last ten minutes.
Daniel: Did billionaire Batman confess yet?
Elena: Shut up.
Daniel: soo??
Elena: Get of my hair Daniel
Daniel: no
I sighed dramatically and tossed my phone aside.
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