•BRIANNA•
I got another shock when I set my eyes on the jet. The jet was coated in gold! Gold, I tell you! Not just a golden paint job, but real gold that shone in the sunlight, reflecting like something out of a dream. I couldn’t believe it. My heart raced, and I felt like I’d stepped into another world.
I turned to face Adrian in complete surprise, my mouth hanging open.
“Is that real gold?” I asked him, still processing what I was seeing, my voice sounding almost dumbfounded.
He chuckled lightly and nodded. “Yes, it’s real gold. You don’t expect to see me having anything to do with fake gold, do you?” His eyes twinkled mischievously, and I could hear the amusement in his voice.
I blinked, trying to wrap my mind around it. “Wow, you’re really richer than I thought,” I breathed, still staring at the gleaming surface.
“Don’t think too much about it,” he said with a grin. “Let’s go.” He reached for my hand, his fingers curling around mine, and led me up the steps to the jet. The warmth of his hand was grounding in the midst of my shock.
When we stepped inside, I was even more amazed. The interior was something out of a high-end movie. The jet was massive and luxurious, with eight plush seats, each as big as a single-seater couch. They were arranged in a way that made the space feel inviting and elegant, with tables in front of each. I felt like a complete outsider, a villager walking into a castle. It was overwhelming in the best way.