The girl led her to a small jet on the tarmac. Even from the outside, she could tell it was expensive. From the glossy paint to the perfectly black tires, she could tell the jet was brand new. The scrawny guy behind them went up the stairs that led to the plane. God, so many stairs today! She followed, clenching the iron railing tightly.
The interior was amazing. The carpet was cream, the couch and two recliners were navy, and the walls were burgundy. There was a huge TV, a large bar and a table lined with plush chairs. A chandelier, yes, an actual chandelier, hung from the center of the room.
"Miss Anderson?" She turned to see the girl who led her here standing in the doorway. "Enjoy your flight."
"Thank you." She said, more out of politeness than gratitude. She was definitely nasty to any passenger not flying in a private jet. She left and she plopped down onto the cushy couch, which smelled of Rodrigo's aftershave.
"Miss Anderson, we will be taking off now. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to make your flight more comfortable." The pilot said over the intercom.
Half an hour later, they were up in the air, soaring over England. She found a phone near the cockpit, because her cellphone had no reception, and called Grace.
"Hello?" Her voice sounded over the phone. She sounded worried.
"Gracie, it's me." she said calmly, trying to prevent her from flipping out. She failed.
"ALEX! WHERE ARE YOU! IT'S ALMOST SEVEN THIRTY! I-"
"Gracie!" She screamed. "Shut up, I'm fine!"
"Well then where are you, stupid?" She asked. She hesitated.
"40 thousand feet in the air?" She almost whispered.
"What?" She asked incredulously.
"I'm on a plane going to New York. Rodrigo got me a ticket so I could get out of here. DO NOT tell Mother or Father, please!" The line was dead silent for a minute.
"I...you...he...got...WHAT?" She shrieked finally.
"I'm sorry." She replied. "I wish I'd called you, but I just can't live like this anymore. All the expectations, all the pressure. I'm starting over." Grace sighed.
"So this is a serious thing, then?" She asked. She could hear the pleading in her voice. "You aren't coming back?"
"No, Gracie. I'm really sorry I never got the chance to say good-bye."
"I love ya, Alex." She said. "So what's the plan?"
They continued talking for an hour, until Grace was called for dinner. She agreed to tell their parents that she was taking a holiday with some friends. She knew her cover story wouldn't hold for long, but it would give her a chance to get out from under the radar.
They hung up and she went straight to the bar. She wasn't supposed to drink, but it was legal in a "private setting". Whatever, she grabbed the first thing on the shelf and took a swig. Bad idea. She gagged and barely swallowed, instead she got a water from the cooler. She turned on the TV, which was on the news.
"-eldest daughter, Princess Alexandria, was reported missing today." The anchorman said. She choked on her water. A live video of her father sitting formally at his desk appeared on the screen.
"If you have any information," he said in a demanding tone "regarding the whereabouts of our beloved daughter, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. There will be a reward of two thousand pounds for her safe return home." Two thousand pounds? She was worth at least three.
She called Grace again. Obviously there would be no successful cover story.
"I'm so sorry, Alex! I swear I didn't do anything! I told them you were going on a holiday and they didn't believe me! And then Rodrigo came in and they went into father's office and-"
"RODRIGO!" She cut her off, enraged. This was his doing. He tricked her, he must have. The anger flamed inside of her. He planned all of this. He figured if he tricked her into running away she would be found. Then she would be forced to stay in the palace.
"Alex, I wouldn't be surprised." Gracie said, knowing what I had concluded. "I mean, what do we really know about this guy?" Nothing. They knew nothing about him. He was a Spanish prince. He had an amazing car and taste in jewelery. He must be extremely rich...but that was it. She knew nothing else. And that really scared her. He could be anyone.
They hung up and she drifted into a troubled sleep. The plane landing startled her awake. The pilot's voice came over the intercom.
"Miss Anderson, welcome to New York City."
YOU ARE READING
Daddy's Little Princess
RomanceAll she wanted was freedom. An arranged marriage to a man she didn't know. Pressure from her parents, her friends, society, every single person she passed on the street. Princess Alexandria was desperate to be freed.
