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“Glad to hear it,” he said “Thank you, Danny”

There were two glasses of cha for us as we took our seats He handedsip of his as he relaxed back into his seat I'd never flown in a private jet before, so I was still taking everything in and getting used to feeling like I was suddenly one of the rich and famous

It was a sh seats for four people in the cabin, but that was it In addition, the seats had plenty of rooer flights, of course There were privacy curtains around each one too, in case anted soht naps

A girl could get used to this kind of life, I thought But it was probably better I don't get used to it This was uilt for what happened to ain with any other e for Sebastian

I stared out the , sipping ne as we took off I watched the clouds race beneath us and kept to myself, for the most part Sebastian looked as if he wanted to sleep; not that I blaured I'd eventually try to get a little sleepwore off

“Would you like some music?” he asked

“Sure”

He hit a button on the armrest of his seat and the sound of soft jazz filled the cabin I'd never really listened to jazz before, but my father had, and it reminded me of him I stared out theas the tears started to well up inthose damn tears not to fall

“I'ot that your father shared my love of jazz”

“No, it's fine,” I said, wiping the tears away before looking at Sebastian with a smile “Keep it on It's nice actually”

“You sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow

“Positive”

He hesitantly pressed the button again, continuing with the music, and I closedin his study with the saround Moood ether to the music in his office My dad was a ro when he could – and when he couldn't, he turned his office into a private ballroom for the two of them

So, of course, the music made me think of love and romance It was a nice addition to the touch of sadness that ca with my memories

I openedat , but I found ht say Would he say it was a ? Would he talk about my dad and make me cry even more? So many people felt pity for me, and I hated it But the look in Sebastian's eyes wasn't one of pity, it was one of awe, as if for whatever reason, he was ad me And as soon as our eyes uilt upon his face It was as if he were scolding hih his mind