POV: ElenaThe blast of thick, humid air hit me the second I stepped off the jet bridge, but it wasn't nearly as suffocating as the voice vibrating against my eardrum."Elena? Are you off yet? Tell me you’re off the plane," my mother’s voice rushed through the line, accompanied by the distinct, clinking of crystal glasses in the background. "Richard sent a private car for you. It’s a black Mercedes. The driver is standing right by the baggage claim exit. Don't make him wait, sweetie, it’s incredibly tacky."I dragged my heavy carry-on bag down the terminal, my phone pressed tight to my ear. "I just got off, Mom. I can find a cab, you really didn't need to...""Oh, don't be ridiculous. You're a Calloway now, well, officially tomorrow, but you need to start acting like it," Margot interrupted, her voice dropping into a tight, frantic whisper she now used a lot whenever she was desperately trying to sound elegant. "Listen to me very carefully. When you get to the gates, the guard already
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