  &quot;You guys street shop?&quot; I whisper asked Heather.
  She turned to me with a raised eyebrow. &quot;We can't?&quot;
  &quot;I just thought it wasn't really your style.&quot;
  &quot;You couldn't be more wrong. We all love to street shop. We just don't do it quite often because we get mobbed a lot. But when we're in other countries, we need not worry because not a lot of people recognize us. It's also because we disguise ourselves.&quot;
  &quot;Wow. I never could have imagined people like you street shopping.&quot;
  &quot;That's what is annoying about people. They just assume that if someone has money then they look down upon poor people, see things that aren't designer as trash and generally are rude. Okay, they aren't totally wrong because all these things basically describe my?mother.?But still, just because of a few people they shouldn't think that all of them are like that

  There was a light knock on my hotel room door way past ten and I frowned, thinking about who could possibly be there at this time.
  I got off the bed where I was previously snuggled under the warm covers and watching a movie because I was bored and didn't want to sleep yet.
  I opened the door and found Heather on the other side. She was dressed in shorts and a dark brown sweater.
  &quot;Can I come in?&quot; She asked and I opened the door wider.
  &quot;Of course.&quot;
  She walked in and went to sit straight on my bed. &quot;So I've been thinking about something. Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind until now. I don't know if you will agree or not and you don't have to, just know that it would be best if you did agree.&quot;
  &quot;I have no idea what you're talking about.&quot; I took a seat next to her.
  Heather crossed her legs. &quot;I think you should reveal yourself

  We had to leave at nine so that we could at least reach Paris till seven to make it in time for a late dinner in some swanky restaurant where we had reservations.
  We reached the private jet a little past ten and settled inside on comfortable seats whereas it took a little time until we took off. Once high up in the air, I couldn't help but marvel at the world down there. Everything look so small yet the world looked so gigantic.
  I would've never dreamed that I would be sitting in someone's luxurious and spacious private jet with all that I would ever need presented to me on a silver platter. It felt so surreal that I wanted to pinch myself every now and then just to make sure I wasn't in some kind of a dreamland.
  A few flight attendants were present to tend to our needs and I ordered some juice as I was feeling extremely thirsty. There were books and magazines on the table right 

&quot;You guys street shop?&quot; I whisper asked Heather.
  She turned to me with a raised eyebrow. &quot;We can't?&quot;
  &quot;I just thought it wasn't really your style.&quot;
  &quot;You couldn't be more wrong. We all love to street shop. We just don't do it quite often because we get mobbed a lot. But when we're in other countries, we need not worry because not a lot of people recognize us. It's also because we disguise ourselves.&quot;
  &quot;Wow. I never could have imagined people like you street shopping.&quot;
  &quot;That's what is annoying about people. They just assume that if someone has money then they look down upon poor people, see things that aren't designer as trash and generally are rude. Okay, they aren't totally wrong because all these things basically describe my?mother.?But still, just because of a few people they shouldn't think that all of them are like that.&quot;
  &quot;Okay.&quot; Some things just really get to Heather. I didn't know why she said a

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