Isabella stepped out of the car, rubbing her eyes slightly, still sleepy from the long drive. But the moment she saw what they were standing in front of..Her feet stopped.
Her mouth slowly dropped open.
"That's… that's your plane?!"
A massive black private jet stood before her, shining under the sunlight.
Leonardo didn't even blink. He just adjusted his sleeves and walked up the stairs like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Isabella hurried behind him, still in shock.
When she stepped inside—
She nearly tripped.
It was gorgeous.
The seats were wide and cream-colored, soft like marshmallows. Golden trims glowed on the side walls, and in the far back there's private bedroom.
Her jaw dropped further.
"It even has a bedroom…?!" she whispered, eyes wide with shock.
She carefully sat down on one of the wide seats across from Leonardo, still looking around like a wide-eyed tourist.
