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I should have brought my laptop so that it looked like I had work to do too.

Lexi:Can you call me and pretend like there’s some super urgent issue that needs my attention?

Lexi:I think the flight attendants are talking about me.

McKenna:I’m pretty sure my grandma’s about to get arrested at this protest, so I might actually have something important for you to do.

The plane was taking off. Grayson was still on the phone, now talking in French to someone.

Sam knew French, German, and Italian.

I knew how to say, “Hello! Welcome to Disney World!” in twenty different languages.

You just need to be friendly, I told myself firmly. The flight attendants were probably used to people being aloof and rude. But they had disappeared somewhere in the plane.

Grayson ended his call and smiled at me.

“You made it.”

“Yep.”

I didn’t know what to talk about. For once I felt at a loss for words.

“So this is a nice plane.”

“We had to take the small one,” he explained. “The local airport in Dudley Grove can’t handle the midsize or large plane.”

“This is the small one?” I looked around.

“Not the one I’d take to impress a woman.” The corner of his mouth quirked.

“I’m impressed.”

He got up to sit in the seat directly across from me.

“Lexi—” His phone rang again. “Excuse me.”

He left me to go back to his laptop.

The flight attendant came by with a tray of sandwiches cut into triangles.

“I really like your necklace,” I told her, determined not to get down on myself. Maybe she wasn’t mean; maybe she was just trying to do her job and thought I might be a snooty billionaire’s girlfriend. “Not to be nosy, but is that an homage toThe Aristocats? I thought I recognized that pattern from Madam’s mansion.”

“A fellow Disney fan?” she asked in excitement.

“Huge fan. I worked at a few of the park restaurants and on a cruise.”

“I used to fly on their corporate jets,” she told me conspiratorially.

“I guess you can’t share any details.”

“We sign confidentiality agreements,” she explained.

At least I was safe from Anthym.

“But,” the flight attendant added, “I can say that there were secret Mickey Mouses hidden around the plane in the décor.”

“No way!”