Kaye snored while JC watched Madonna videos on his iPad. His own Madonna sat in her dog bag, tucked under his feet, snoring as well. Mickey, however, couldn’t do anything but look out the window and check her watch. “You know we won’t get there any faster if you stare at the second hand, right?” JC teased. “Seriously, Mick. Take a snooze. I always get in at least a few hours. When you wake up, we’ll be there.” “Nuh-uh,” Mickey said. “I’m not missing a second of this trip. I’ve never flown this far before. The only place my mom and I ever went on a plane was Disney World.” “In my humble opinion, Paris is better than Disney World,” JC said. “It’s the most magical place on Earth—for a designer, that is.” Mickey leaned back and tried to close her eyes and dream about it—but it was impossible. Instead, she flipped on the overhead light and began reading her French in Five Minutes a Day book.
