Sixty One

My family owns several luxury private planes but Rhysand del Millero's plane is truly luxurious.

I don't feel like I'm on a plane but like I'm in a luxury hotel room if I don't see the abstract clouds behind the window. I felt that everything my family had was nothing compared to what Rhysand had. Yes, I'm sure they belong to Rhysand, because I've seen some of his big private planes on the runway have his name engraved: RID. Doesn't that stand for Rhysand Iker del Millero? I snorted. No wonder he has that annoying arrogance because what he has is more than I could ever imagine.

I sat on the side of the bed, having been asleep for almost five hours alone because Rhysand seemed to be in a serious conversation with one of the well-dressed men, who I guessed was someone else who worked for him, and I had showered and changed into the clothes he had prepared: a dark brown mini dress, with brocade accents, and a sabrina-shaped neckline. There was a thick coat hanging in the changing room ea