Monday morning, my father drove us to the airport. Jacob said we were boarding at a private terminal. I frowned. We hadn’t even done that when we’d flown together earlier in the summer. What was a private terminal even for? The flight attendants greeted us by name as we walked into the gate. We boarded the plane, and I found that we were the only ones getting on. Jacob sat in one seat, and I sat across from him. A table stood between us.
“What is this?” I asked Jacob.
He grinned. “Ah. This is our personal jet. My father lent it to us for the weekend. Do you like it?”
I frowned. “You had a private jet, and I was flying coach all this time?”
He laughed. “Sorry, love. It won’t happen again.”
It was half an hour before the plane took off towards Arvendon. Jacob and I sipped white wine and
