Sophia POV
The next morning, I woke up with back pain from sleeping on a couch. Wait?! How come I slept on the couch? Where am I? I rubbed my sleepy eyes, and I saw Arthur reading the newspaper with a crossed legs in front of me. After he saw me moving, he put down the newspaper and flashed me a handsome smirk.
“You’re finally awake? Good morning, sleepyhead.” Arthur teased me as he folds the paper and put it on the small table beside him. “Arthur, where are we?” I asked as I looked around me, still processing everything inside my head.
“We’re on my private jet. 35.000 feet above the ground, to be precise. Don’t worry… Just sit back and relax.” He said casually. The private jet’s interior looked luxurious with an ivory white leather couch, white carpet, and a wood theme side desk.
