Atticus
Growing up, I used to think we're rich.
My dad owned a whole company. We had a nice house in a nice neighbourhood. My dad had a fancy car. We went to the most expensive schools. We wore the most expensive clothes. The fridge was always packed. We went on vacations every year. We always went on first class. Never economy.
And then I met Gisele. We're literal peasants compared to her family. They have millions of mega mansions. They have a sweet collection of cars. They have a private jet that they can use whenever they feel like it.
Today is one of those occasions.
When we arrived at her parents’ house, we hopped in a benz and we were driven to the airport by their chauffeur. Their private jet was in the far corner, sitting pretty, waiting to fly her wealthy bosses.
We boarde
