Two weeks later….
I finally agreed to Antonio’s help, I did it for my parents and now I was in his private jet heading to LA.
As I stepped onto his private jet, the sheer luxury overwhelmed me. From the sleek design to the extravagant furnishings, it's a testament to his wealth and power.
Despite my disdain for him, I can't help but feel a twinge of envy. I knew he was rich but not private jet rich. The reality of his opulence sinks in, leaving me grappling with conflicting emotions of resentment and begrudging admiration.
Even if he was stinking rich he didn't show it nor did he live like it, I’ve seen him work in the vineyard just like the rest of the workers.
“Are you okay honey?”, my dad who I was traveling with asked. He finally asked even if he didn’t say it I could see it in h
