Chapter POV: Lilly Browning
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Our plane touched down on the tarmac of Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. The landing itself was quite smooth, which lent credence to the skill of the pilot of my private jet.
I turned to check on the girls who were with me.
"Impressive. The pilot must be quite skilled." A black-skinned beauty commented.
"Indeed, the plane Bella had us use was violent and made me lightheaded. I thought all Southern planes were the same."
"Alimentar um burro a pão de ló! Well, sorry for having a crappy airplane, that was the best I could get, all right? That thing was old, this plane is what, a hundred times more expensive?"
"You're too sensitive, Bella. Liv isn't wrong. Your plane was absolute garbage."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Next time you Europeans should get us one, Jasmine."
"..."
"Hey, stop fighting. We are finally back in America, let's get along."