CHAPTER 88: LANDING IN PARIS
VENUS’ POV:
The wheels of the jet screeched softly against the runway as we touched down at Charles de Gaulle airport. I sat up straighter, blinking the sleep from my eyes and letting out a slow breath of relief.
We’d made it.
Paris here we come.
“I’m glad you didn't have many issues flying for the first time.” Maxine said, glancing at me with a smirk.
I gave him a dry look. “Flying isn't exactly pleasant but I can stand it. It'll grow on me. Slightly. Like a rash.”
He laughed, his voice low and teasing. “That’s romantic.”
We were soon ushered out through the private terminal, where a sharply dressed chauffeur stood waiting beside a black Mercedes with tinted windows. He gave Maxine a respectful nod, then opened the door for me first like I was roya
