Famke was sitting in a leather seat in the private jet Royal rented and fought the pounding of her headache. While the evening before, she’d had an amazing time at the Gala, this morning was a clusterfuck of epic proportions and she was desperately waiting for them to takeoff.
However, Precious was sobbing pitifully in Imani’s arms outside the aircraft and Royal was trying to pry her out of them. Imani insisted on accompanying them to the airfield and she’d done nothing but badger Famke and Royal about moving away the entire time. Then if it wasn’t bad enough, she’d made a callous remark about not wanting them to leave on bad terms because ‘what happened if the plane crashed’ and now Precious was refusing to board.
Famke was ready to scream with frustration as the screams of the child ou
