Julia’s POV
As George and I settled into the plush leather seats of his private jet, I could not help but marvel at the beauty surrounding us. The interior of the jet screams luxury, with polished wood accents, soft ambient lighting. I grew up going on vacations in my Dad’s private jets but even jets have grades. There was no denying that George who loved the finest of cars, the most exquisite penthouse would not go on a splurge and spend so much on the latest private jets in the market.
I glanced over at George, my heart swelling with love as I took in his handsome profile. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked out the window, his hand reaching out to grasp mine.
"It's hard to believe our honeymoon is already over," I murmured, my voice tinged with regret.
“I’m sorry we had
