Valeria's POV
Eric had planned to take me to Fashion Week. Politely, he put it as a chance for me to network, maybe for the Shone or perhaps for my own career. Either way, the invitation left me genuinely excited.
Soon, the departure day arrived, and I found myself seated in the car with Eric, on our way to the private airport.
“So, we’re flying on a private plane to France? I’ve never flown in a private before.” My own enthusiasm surprised me; usually, I was the quiet one.
“Yes, we’re taking one of Shadowridge’s private planes,” Eric replied, barely glancing up from his tablet.
“Luna Valeria, you’re going to love it. It’s the most luxurious plane I’ve seen in years,” Ivy chimed in. She is joining us on this trip as one of the assistants.
Eric smirked at Ivy’s comment but kept his ey
