Hannah Towers' POV
"Hannah, hey, we're here." A soft and gentle voice greets me. I recognize it as Justin and he’s gently shaking me.
I flutter my eyes open. I didn't realize I slept on the way to the airport. Gosh, these days I seem to be so sleepy even in the morning. I look outside but wait, we're not at the airport.
"Where are we?" I ask him still groggy from my interrupted sleep.
"We're at my private hangar. We'll be riding my private jet." He simply replies before stepping out of the car.
Private jet? Whoa!
My voice leaves my mouth hanging open as I look out the window at the huge jet waiting for us. It looks so huge and so sophisticated with its polished cockpit and its splendid wings gleaming as the sun reflects on them. Both of its engines are so big and seemingly powerful
