“THE WORLD’S MOST FABRICATED PLACE”
Climbing up the stairs and entering into the private jet, Gigi felt like walking into a dream, a dream she hadn’t even had. Sitting in the beige colored sofa chair, she couldn’t help touching the shining wood trim along with the window and the serving table. Ronny was on the phone talking about business. A brunette steward in a dark uniform brought two glasses of Champagne. She introduced herself as Annie.
“Come on, sweet pea . . .We’re about to take off.”
Ronny reached out and started to fasten her seatbelt.
“I know how to do this,” Gigi said, blushing. She felt like an 8-year-old with Ronny. “Why aren’t you fastening yours?”
“Because I’m an old man. You are a child.” Ronny laughed.
While in mid-air on the plane, she was bubbling with excitement.
