𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞?

𝐕𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

I placed my final stuff in my suitcase neatly and closed it up. I pulled up the handle and proceeded to check my house for one last time before heading out the door to my car. 

I grabbed my house keys from my pocket and closed the door. Then I walked to my car and got in. I turned on the engine and placed my suitcase in the passenger seat. I left through the gates of my house and drove to the airport where my private jet was waiting for me. What can I say, I'm a Chanel model. 

After a 45 minute drive, I finally arrived at the entrance of the airport. All I could see was paparazzi going crazy with their cameras because I just arrived. I checked myself in the mirror and grabbed my suitcase and went out the car. There, my bodyguard and housekeeper was waiting for me. I gave the housekeeper my keys so she could keep the house clean while I'm gone for awhile. 

"Joana, where are you going?" The first paparazzi asked. I was gonna reply but my bodyguard was pushing me away from everybody.

After we arrived inside, I took a deep breath and went on to my private jet. My friend Makeila was waiting for me there. 

"Salut mon amour! Êtes-vous prêt à quitter Paris pour Chelsea ?" (Hey love! Are you ready to leave Paris for Chelsea?)

"Oui!" I replied excitedly. The reason I was gonna go to Chelsea was to see my twin brother João play. I was very excited, I haven't seen him in a couple months since we're both busy with our jobs. 

Me and Makeila both boarded the jet and got to our seats. We were served some drinks by the flight attendants and we both thanked them. Makeila and I started talking about the things we we're gonna do when we arrive there.

"Quand vas-tu sortir avec ton frère ?" (When are you gonna hangout with your brother?) She asked. 

"Je pense qu'après l'atterrissage. Je vais m'installer chez lui pendant que tu vas à ton hôtel." (I think after we land. I'm gonna crash at his place while you go to your hotel.) I replied drinking from my champagne glass.

"D'accord." (Okay.) She replied. 

We kept talking until the pilot announced that we were gonna land in 10 more minutes. I cannot wait to be in the arms of my brother. We were always close. 

We finally landed and quickly got up from our seats to go outside. I got out with my suitcase and went inside the private part of the airport to see my brother on his phone. 

"Irmão!" (Brother!) I yelled. He quickly looked up and put his phone away in his pocket. He opened his arm out for me to jump in. 

"Oi irmãzinha, como vai?" (Hey baby sister, how are you?) He asked while wrapping his arms around me. 

"Cale a boca, eu sou apenas 12 minutos mais novo que você." (Shut up, I'm only 12 minutes younger than you.) I pouted. 

"Ainda mais jovem do que eu." (Still younger than me.) He replied and placed his chin on top of my head. I was 5'3 while he was 5'11. We weren't a very tall family but we weren't also short. 

"I hate to ruin the moment but can we go and get food? I'm starving." Makeila chimes in English since she didn't know what the hell we were saying. She only spoke French and English while I on the other hand spoke English, French, and Portuguese. 

"Sure." My brother replies and carries my suitcase for me.

"Oh woah, what a gentleman this filho da puta is!" (son of a bitch) I exclaimed sarcastically.

"Shut up you cadela." (bitch) I scoffed. I pulled his hair and slapped his neck. Yeah I know it's childish but none of my brothers get away by calling me that.