Not too long later and we were pulling up to a private jet. We all unloaded out of the cars and piled onto the jet. I wasn’t aware that a car ride would be more than 5 hours to get to Rome. Alice explained that it would take less than an hour by plane.
So plane it was.
My morning sickness has been nonexistent, but climbing onto this plane had my stomach churning. I just wish I could keep what little breakfast I had in me this morning.
I would hate to go throwing up on this beautiful private jet.
The plane took off shortly after everyone was buckled in. Once we were in the air, Alice came over and sat next to me.
“Can I ask why you’re doing this?” She whispered, giving me a meaningful look.
“I have a feeling that Carlo is a traitor.” I explained, “If I find what I’m looking for,
