Chapter 7
Sandi hadn’t ridden in a private jet in years; the private school girl with uber-rich friends wasn’t exactly invited to much these days.
She’d wanted to marry Reza but his small plane was nothing like this huge jet with multiple rooms inside.
Besides Reza, she never quite fit in with the entitled people she’d grown up with, but Amanda, Megan, Courtney, and Jennifer, her childhood pals, would be pea-green with envy. In Avce, Charles’s private chauffeur drove them down streets lined with olive trees, then a long paved driveway.
Once they passed glossy black gates, a green lawn stretched to the sea. A house that could be considered a palace sat right in the middle of all of this cultured beauty like a jewel.
The driver brought them to the front of the yard where staff lined up,
