Royally Falling

~ 02 ~

"She said, I think I'm going to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over
Where no one knows my name"
Boston - Augustana

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As the plane takes off, I put in my AirPods and lean back to listen to my favorite Spotify playlist. We have an eight-hour flight ahead of us, and I am already exhausted and in need of a nap.

I shut my eyes and begin to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

The next thing I know, I am being shaken awake by Marc and told we have landed in Boston.

Wow, I did not plan to sleep the entire flight. I open the plane window and take in my surroundings. I don't see anything other than trees, the airstrip, a garage, and the SUV we purchased for traveling to and from campus.

We must have landed at some sort of private airport. Thankfully, there are no paparazzi around. I am able to walk off the plane in my baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, with my hair looking like a mess. It's refreshing to not have to worry about my appearance in public for once.

Ever since I walked off our jet in Spain looking like a mess, for all of the paparazzi to capture, I have been very cautious of my appearance. I remember all too well being pictured on the front of People Magazine and getting criticized for my 'poor choice in fashion.'

Because of the time difference, it is only the middle of the afternoon here. We have plenty of time to head over to our apartment and get settled in.

The movers we hired set up the apartment last week, so we merely have a few odds and ends to unpack now. I'm looking forward to finally seeing the penthouse in person!

I hope it lives up to the pictures, but I've been told things often don't.

When the pilot opens the plane door and bows, I walk down the stairs and hop into the back seat of the black SUV. Blair and Juliet hop in the back next to me, while Marc sits up front in the passenger seat.

Looking out the window, I notice how different everything looks here in America. The architecture looks much more modern and I do not recognize any of the stores in the strip-malls we pass. It'll be an adjustment living here, that's for sure.

"What's the plan for the day?" I ask Juliet, who has her laptop open. She swiftly pulls up the calendar of my obligations. On certain days, the staff has planned my day out by the hour.

Looks like today is one of those days. Fun...

"First, we will arrive at the Penthouse. ETA is 3:15. I have the keys in my bag, so we can go directly up once Marc completes a security sweep of the perimeter. From 3:30 to 5 o'clock, We're going to get you guys settled in and unpack the few boxes we have."

"I don't know about you guys, but I am ready for a nap," Blair chimes in with a laugh.

"You can take a nap later after everything is set up. Around 5, I will place an order from a local takeout place and go to pick it up. If everything is finished by then, we are going to have a little chat about the rules," she continues.

"But-," I interrupt.

"I know, you're going to say 'Why are there rules? You're not my mom,'" she mocks me in a high pitched whiny voice.

I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that I was, in fact about to say that. I didn't think I was that predictable.

"King William and Queen Victoria advised, well, more like ordered me to review the rules with you one last time before I head back to Amaria. It's for your own safety," Juliet finishes as she gives me a pointed look.