When I woke up, the plane was in descent. I found myself wrapped in a soft black fleece blanket. I looked at Emilio, assuming it was him that had put it over me, but he was still passed out cold. I then looked at Allessandro who was looking out the window like he didn’t have a care in the world. Carla was back to flying. It was only Collin who was looking back at me and then decisively towards the landing airstrip. Surely, he did not wrap that blanket over me?
I sat up in the chair to look out the window. It was light outside when we arrived in San Francisco later into the morning.
“Have you got a mansion or a villa here to?” I jested as we excited the airport and Allessandro hailed us a limousine that was parked outside customs.
“No. We are going to check into the Fairmont
