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massage in the air. How cool was that?
    “Is it a joke?” She said, pretending she didn’t care.
    “No, of course not.”
    “I don’t believe you. Why would she come with us?”
    “She has a family thing to do in France.”
    France? That was awesome...
    “So we’re going to France...” she said, proud of herself.
    “God damn it, Jen! You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
    “Maybe...”
    “All right, I’m going to hang up. You spoiled everything. There’s no surprise anymore...”
    Jennifer smiled and giggled. “I love you. See you there. And bon voyage !”
    When Jennifer boarded, she was greeted by the cabin crew which consisted of two women. Of course, Bruce wouldn’t let her travel alone with men - except the pilot. There was someone else inside, a middle aged black woman who stood up when she saw Jennifer.
    “Mrs. Wilson, I’m Erica,” she said. “I’m the massage therapist.”
    “Hello Erica. You won’t believe how much I love you. You’re the most important person in the world to me. I need a massage, right now!”
    Erica laughed and shook her hand. Jennifer felt her firm grip and her soft skin. She immediately knew that she was a pro and that it would be amazing.
    “I think we’ll have to take off first but I’ll take care of you immediately after,” Erica said with a warm smile.
    Jennifer took a seat and kicked off her shoes. A flight attendant arrived with two glasses of champagne; one for Jennifer, and one for Erica. It was delicious and Jen asked for a second one. She started to feel dizzy when the private jet took off. She felt stuck to her seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax. France, she thought. What a dream destination. It was definitely the best country in the world to fall in love over and over again. It wasn’t a surprise anymore but Jennifer couldn’t wait.
    The flight attendant finally came back and told her that they had reached the cruising speed. She unbuckled her seat belt and asked for another glass of champagne. Now she felt really comfortable. Erica stood up and unfolded a portable massage table. She looked at Jennifer and smiled. “Shall we?” Erica said.
    Hell yeah.

Chapter Six
    W hen Jennifer opened her eyes, she noticed that she could see the ocean. They were not flying over the clouds anymore, indicating that they were probably approaching their final destination. She stretched and got on her feet to take a good look at the beautiful scene outside the window. But then, she noticed that they were very close to the shore and the private jet was clearly going down. She frowned and thought for a minute. It couldn’t be Paris. Indeed, the capital of France wasn’t located that close to the ocean. In fact, it wasn’t close to water at all. Where were they going? Jennifer called a flight attendant.
    “Excuse-me, I thought we were going to Paris but it seems like we’re not. Do you know where we are headed?”
    “Yes, Ma’am. We’re going to land at Nice Côte d’Azur Airport in less than fifteen minutes. Would you like anything?”
    Nice? The French Riviera, she thought. It was even better. Jennifer had had more than enough glasses of champagne the previous night and decided it was time to calm down. She simply asked for water. Twenty minutes later, they finally touched the ground and Jennifer walked out of the private jet. She still had no idea what to expect and looked for Bruce. There was a car on the tarmac, apparently waiting for her. It was black BMW and the driver opened the door as soon as he saw her coming.
    “Mrs. Wilson? Welcome to Nice. I hope you enjoyed your flight,” he said with a French accent.
    “Thank you. I imagine that I’m supposed to follow you, right?”
    “Yes, please. Mr. Wilson is waiting for you.”
    Finally, she thought. She appreciated the surprise but she had waited long enough. She was dying to see him and didn’t hide her excitement.
    “And where is he?” She asked.
    “He’s waiting for you at the