Chapter 10Natalie did not exaggerate when she said their school transportation was cool, but she failed to mention that it was also suitable for an A-list celebrity.
The silver Mercedes-Benz Sprinter raced down the I-80 E towards Treasure Island, a man-made patch of land on the outskirts of San Francisco.
The walls were swathed in beige leather, trimmed with Burl Walnut wood and illuminated by twinkles of golden LED lights. The paneled, arched cabinets on either side of the diamond-stitched leather seats had built-in refrigerators, and they offered cold refreshments and organic snacks.
Taisia bubbled with excitement. She now knew how Cinderella must have felt when she arrived at the ball in her fancy clothes and glass slippers. She just hoped that none of this would disappear at the str
