when a city girl meets a country girl.
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Delilah is the daughter of a famous director, Dan Hart. After a night of too much fun, and making many headlines, Delilah's dad decides to move her into her mother's old house in a suburban country...
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"So... where are we going?" Ash asks while holding my Calvin Klein suitcase as her bag slings across her body.
"We are going to her cabin in the mountains," Leo skips up the steps to my private jet.
I turn around in my heels and look over at Penelope and Key. I try to hold in my laugh when I notice their mouths dropped open in awe as they stare at the black jet with my last name engraved on the side.
"We can leave our stuff out here. My pilot can get it," I point at Ash. Penelope and Key practically drop their stuff as they take pictures in front of the plane before heading inside.
"You coming?" I look back at Ash when I notice her not following along.
"I can put our stuff up there myself," she replies when my pilot comes into our line of vision.
I ignore the bickering between the two behind me as I make my way to my jet. If she wants to be stubborn then that's on her. The light air from the plane cools me off from the harsh summer heat. I sit close to a window towards the front of the plane and gaze out at the sunny sky.
Penelope, Key, and Leo pop open a bottle of champagne in the back. Leo shakes the bottle aggressively and they yelp out loud at the drinks explosion as a white liquid splashes out. I can't do anything but shake my head. I hear movement in front of me and see a pissed off Ash enter the plane.
"You can't do everything," I laugh at her as she plops on the other side of the plane. She crosses her arms and pouts as I smile to myself. After some time, we finally head up north.
*
"I have never seen a place like this," Penelope explains once we make it to my cabin. The exterior is glassy with wooden and brick walls. The inside is extremely cozy and holds eight rooms with king sized beds. The cabin home is three stories, has a hot tub outside and inside, and has steps that lead to a river at the bottom of the hill.
"I will be in the room on the left hand side. You cannot miss it!" I yell as the group of adults run upstairs.
I walk further into the wooden scented home and pass a few of my childhood photos from a ski trip me and my family had when I was little. I take in my gapped teeth and snow covered hair. Me and my siblings practically grip onto one another with excitement. Being a kid is so easy.
Guiding myself up the creaky stairs, I walk towards a door with my name hanging on a custom sign. I gently trace the outline of my name and push open the brown door with some of my old paintings attached to it. My queen sized bed is still intact and my green covers are tucked to perfection. Stickers that are warn out slightly peel off my white walls, but all I can do is stare in nostalgia. A knock interrupts my thought process and I almost trip backwards on my carpet. I have got to stop that.
