"be safe sasha. stay by seth at all times and call me if you need anything. al-

"can you stop! i'm twenty, not fourteen," sasha snapped. she gripped the handle of her suitcase before giving her mom a quick hug, "i love you," she sighed.

"love you too," judith responded. she handed sasha her carryon bag before watching her only daughter walk out the door.

she couldn't help but feel guilty.

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"i have only been on an airplane twice in my life," sasha admitted as she looked up at the luxurious jet in front of them. the name rollins was painted on the side, looking elegant as ever. she couldn't even begin to imagine what being born into a rich family was like.

she watched a man dressed in a dark blue suit, wheel the two's luggage on to the plane, making sure nothing happened to the belonging inside.

seth placed his hand on sasha's back, lightly guiding her forwards, "i think you'll like this flight," he smiled, "it's not super long and the food is going to be amazing."

they boarded the plane, taking their seats. the inside of the plane was gorgeous in every possible way. there were tv's, fancy couches, cabinets, even a small kitchen.

"scared?" seth asked, placing his hand over sasha's knee. she let her eyes travel around the jet as she took a deep breath.

"a little. i have never been out of the country before."

"you'll love it," he assured, "i will guarantee you that we are going to have the best possible time in france."

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about four hours into the flight, sasha had grown insanely tired. she struggled to keep her eyes open as they tried to focus on the television screen in front of her.

"you can rest if you want. we have a little while longer until we land," he whispered. she nodded, letting her head lean back on the headrest. seth frowned at her rather uncomfortable position. he wrapped his arm around the back of her, grabbing on to her waist. he pulled her into his side, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"thanks," she murmured.

sasha ended up falling asleep a couple minutes later. seth admired the girl, carding his hands through her long hair, letting the strands of blue glide passed his fingers. he left a light kiss on the top of her head before taking his phone out and snapping a quick picture of her. not to show anyone, but to admire the gorgeous girl.

"mr.rollins, would you like a drink?" the flight attendant asked.

seth looked up at the brunette. her name was bayley. her parents had worked for seth's family for a long time and she had continued the legacy, being there personal flight attendant. of course she had other work, this job was just to get a good paycheck when needed.

"what did i tell you about calling me mr.rollins?" seth asked, raising his eyebrow.

"sorry seth," she sighed, "but can i get you or her something?"

"yeah, i'll take a glass of lemonade. bring her a blanket as well," he ordered.

a few moments later bayley came back with an ice cold class of lemonade. she handed it to seth before draping a fluffy blanket over sasha.

"you know you can sit on the couch with us," seth said, "you might technically work for my family, but we grew up together. we're friends."

bayley nodded, "sorry, i'm just used to your parents being you know,"

"needy?" he chuckled.

bayley nodded before sitting on the leather couch. "who's the girl? i know her names sasha, but how'd you guys meet?"

"she works at the cafe," seth responded, taking a long sip of the yellow tinted drink in front of him.

"are you guys a thing?"

"not yet," seth shrugged, "i mean i really like her and i'm pretty sure she feels the same way."

bayley furrowed her eyebrows, "seth this is sounding like all your passed relatio-

"no!" he exclaimed, "she's different. i've told roman this a thousand times, she is not like the other girls. she's not using me like they did."

"you didn't let me finish dipshit. i was going to say that as far as i can't tell she isn't like the other ones, but you never know what could happen, alright. don't fall too hard."

"too late."