Noelle
One of the perks of having a private jet, I discovered, was that my sister and I could sleep through most of the flight in the bedroom suite. All three of us were dead tired. After a night of drinking and other activities, we were zombies the following day. We had to be at the spa at six a.m. I think Belen and I got two hours of sleep combined.
The spa was a mixed blessing. While we did enjoy the outcomes of having our skin, hair and nails pampered and fixed to perfection, staying awake during the marathon was agonizing. Belen slept through most of it, including when they tweeze her eyebrows.
Victor wakes me up from my coma and informs me that we will be landing in about half an hour, and my sisters and I should freshen up. I get up and pick up one of the new outfits given to me
