haut monde
/əʊ ˈmɒ̃d/
noun
a fashionable society.
"the haut monde's artificial hypocrisy"
because sometimes even the people at the top of society don't have it all.
*this book sucks I wrote it when I was like 13 be...
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"GET ON THE PLANE NOW." , I warned the previously joking edge to my voice had dissipated into the crisp morning air.
My hands rested on my hips as I scolded the two teens below me.
"one more." , Gio wined pleadingly as he lowered the phone.
Anya herself turned from where she was posing again the planes steps.
"Look how amazing the lighting is!" , Gio reasoned, "it would be sinful to not take golden time pictures right now."
"Sinful." , Anya echoed as she nodded solemnly at me.
Rolling my eyes, I pointed a finger threateningly at the two , " five more minutes."
"But Sylv-"
"That's it!" I said, "I want to get to London by tomorrow morning. Flying through the night is the best and most efficient way to make sure no time is lost for tomorrow's preparations. I only have two days before the show- "
"Woah woah woah."
Theo's silky voice melted the anxieties that were controlling my thoughts.
"You okey Sylv?"
I huffed, straightening up " just peachy."
"She's stressed as fuuuuuck." , Gio yelled.
"Gio!" I cried swivelling around to the grinning Italian, "I am not."
"Oh you totally are." , Anya scoffed, "Don't even deny it. You're a nervous , stressed wreck."
I opened my mouth to snap back but Theo interrupted.
"I think you need to sleep Sylv."
He reached out and took my hand in his , subtly trying to guide my back inside the jet.
"Maybe." I mumbled , suddenly feeling a tidal-wave of exhaustion pass over me.
"Definitely." , Theo replied, now gently pulling me back inside the aircraft. Yawning I followed him numbly and over to one of the recliners. He let me crumble into one before buckling me up and covering me with a blanket.
"Need anything." He asked.
Lethargically, I muttered a no.
"Okey." He whispered before pattering over to the planes side door.
His scolding voice as he ordered the other two off the stairs was the last thing I heard before falling off into sleep.
• • •
I woke up as the plane started to land. Numbly rubbing my eyes, I blinked gaining focus.
Theo was in the chair next to me eyeing up the London skyline as we pulled into Heathrow.
