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Author: Cho Kay
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-24 17:14:39

Isla~

When I decided to go with Dante, I didn't imagine we would be taking a one hour flight on his private jet from Las Vegas to Los Angeles.

I mean, he did warn me that we would be spending a couple days out here, so I really shouldn't be this surprised.

I had been on many private flights before but none was quite like this. The kind of attention I was given by the staff onboard whenever they realized I was "Mrs Moretti" was overwhelming.

It was almost like it was a pleasure for them to serve me but not because of me. They were obviously doing it to get on Dante's good side and for some reason, I didn't really mind.

I just sat back, relaxing as I was being treated to the best flight experience, whilst being completely ignored by Dante.

I listened to a couple of his discussions over the phone, straining my ears really hard to listen for anything that might pique my interest.

I however gave up when he suddenly switched to Italian, deciding to sleep through the rest of the journey.

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