LUXURY

＂Ｃｈａｍｐａｇｎｅ Ｉｓ Ａ Ｒｅｂｏｕｎｄ＂(4/4)

 Erika Felix was happy for once. So happy that she didn't even shoot her signature scowl towards a girl wearing strappy Steve Madden flats who bumped directly into her, nearly causing her to drop her iPhone on the gravel terra of the LAX FBO parking grounds - reserved just for Elite ready to flee the cities for the Spring. She simply took the girl's mumbled apology and went on merrily with her conversation with Veronica Conrad.

The FBO parking grounds was like a driveway for every private jet around, the jets all lined up in rows, crew and hot people carrying Louis Vuitton suitcases either hurrying in or out of the planes.

Erika had been expecting a busy morning. Spring Break had finally begun and no one wanted to be caught dead in their own city.

"So you didn't go to the party?" She asked Veronica on the other end of her phone, examining herself in one of the mirrored windows of a Hawker jet that looked rather tacky thanks to its firetruck red coating, the name, 'O'Brian,' printed across the top. For once, she hadn't gone for the polished future CEO daughter ensemble. She wore a white wide-strapped flowy Ulla Johnson tank top and Balmain jeans, no fancy articulated buns or any embellishments except for a silver Sara Weinstock necklace that was actually over a thousand dollars but was pretty plain to Erika.

This was the most casual Erika had ever looked and she found it fitting considering she and her father were finally building a relationship. Not the relationship they had been working on before; the relationship where Erika felt like one of the assistants her father was always bossing around at his real estate firm. A real relationship. One where she was finally the daughter. His daughter.

She knew getting Damon sent away was such a good idea. Look how quickly the tables had turned!

Erika stopped her strut between the rows of jets to rummage through her baby pink Givenchy mini duffel for a pair of Illestava sunglasses, slipping them over her hazel eyes that had been squinting underneath the burning sun above as Veronica answered her question.

"I would have gone but my parents finally came back from Dubai," She sighed, annoyance heard even from the phone. "They actually want to stay home and do something with the family for once - which is going to Burlesque Clubs and casinos so they can go find couples to have swinger parties with. I think they're simultaneously going through a mid-life crisis."

"Really?" Erika pressed on. If she weren't feeling ecstatic, she would have told Veronica to talk about something that actually mattered.

Veronica was adopted and pretty much didn't have parents as far as Erika was concerned as she hardly ever mentioned them - and the Conrads were far too involved in their traveling addictions to indulge in the inner circles of Beverly Hills. As far as Erika knew, Veronica was born to some random peasant in Britain, taken in by a gracious rich couple who couldn't have a daughter to save their lives, and became semi-annoying.

"Yup, so much for partying in Miami. I just had to cancel a thousand hotel rooms.....and the best date line-up I've ever had, ugh."

"Spring Break in Miami is for community college students anyway," Erika said dismissively, finally catching sight of one of her father's beloved Boeing 757 jets with a glistening silver coat and tinted windows. It was Mr. Felix's favorite jet out of his entire collection."Anyway, wanna know what I'm doing this Spring?"

"Getting revenge?"

"Screw revenge, I'll be golfing in the Hamptons this week."

Erika could practically feel the envy oozing off of Veronica's silky, muffled voice. "Oh....whose the lucky guy accompanying you....or should I say, girl?"