Emily Harper
Rye parked the car and we both got out of the vehicle. "There's the pilot. He's waiting for us," he said and he walked toward the man who was standing by a huge, white-and-red jet. I followed behind him.
"Good morning," I said, smiling at the man.
He smiled at me. "Good morning, Miss...?"
"Harper," I said.
"Miss Harper," he repeated, nodding. "Good morning, Master McMillan," he said to Rye, nodding at each of us.
"Good morning, Captain," Rye replied. "We're ready to go."
"Of course, young Master," said the man and then he opened the door to the jet.
I was impressed by how the interior was decked up. It was simply gorgeous. It was bigger than my living room! The seats were a cream color, along the walls were panels of the same color, there were a few end tables and lam
