Meghan's POV:
The limo started driving to a place other than home.
"Umm. Excuse me," I started to tap on the window to get the driver's attention.
"No. Meghan," Joey pulled me back.
"What?"
"We're going to the airport."
What?
"Why?" I asked.
"You'll see."
The limo stopped at LAX and we got out.
I was still in my wedding dress so everyone was looking at me with aw.
"Everyone is staring at me," I whispered to Joey.
He smiled and wrapped his arms around me.
We walked past a sequirity quard and into the tunnel. They didn't scan us or anything.
"What?"
Joey opened the plane door for me. I took one step in and realized that it wasn't a plane. It was a private jet.
I turned back around and my jaw dropped. He laughed at me.
"Do you like it?" he sat down.
"What is going on?!" I sat down with him.
"We're going on our honeymoon!" he exclaimed.
"I don't have any of my clothes or toiletries!"
"David packed your bag. It's back there," he pointed to a closet behind him.
"Well, where are we going?"
"That is also a surprise," he turned to look out of the window.
I looked out of the window and saw all of the lights from Los Angeles glow in the night. They twinkled with every inch the jet moved.
I pulled my feet onto my chair. The dress acted as a blanket.
I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
