The Private Jet - Martinique and Open
With a cool drink on a hand, Martinique was leisurely sprawled on her seat, eyes cast on the window and off into the view from the jet. Luxury that didn't cost always felt twice as good, she knew that very well.
She would get to mingle in a moment, but first Martinique wanted to taste silently to leaving the school and her hateful dearest sister behind. God knew it wouldn't last.