Chapter 17 - The Jet

×KENZIE×

I sat on the jet feeling somewhat uncomfortable. I was scared of flying, I always had been.

I wasn't sure what started the fear, but I was scared to fly for as long as I could remember.

Wyatt was sitting opposite me, staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Why do you look so uncomfortable?"

"Probably because I am? I don't like flying. You know this."

{PAST}

I toyed with the hem of my white blouse.

"Baby, is that what you're wearing?" Caleb asked me.

I looked down at my attire; a white button-up shirt and a pair of blue jeans teamed with high-heeled ankle boots.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"We're supposed to fly out to Paris."

I blinked at him in confusion, "Yeah? And? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Caleb sighed heavily, "Baby, we're going with a lot of influential people. Can you maybe wear something a little more fitting?"

"I told you I'm not going."

"Caleb-" Wyatt paused as he walked in, "Am I interrupting?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, "No. Caleb forgot that I