Yesterday, I was a waitress in a dirty diner and today I was sitting on a private jet. Yes, me. Marcie Gallagher, on a private jet. The whole thing was so ridiculous that if it hadn’t happened to me, I never would have believed it. I’d never been on an airplane before. Hell, I’d never been out of the state before and here I was flying across the country. Bryce purposefully avoided my subtle prodding into his wealth. I wasn’t looking to take advantage of him or scheming to try and part him from his money, I just wanted to know what I was dealing with. Did he have a high-society family that would point fingers at me and call me an opportunist? With the way he threw money around, he could be royalty for all I knew. My eyes stayed glued to the window the entire trip. There was something magical about seeing the world in miniature. Viewing the clouds from above filled me with this unexplainable feeling of contentment.
