THESE BEAUTIFUL CONSTELLATIONS

. . . THE only reason I agreed to this is because of my Father. Flying in the air gave me pure anxiety. Seeing the water down below out the small window of the private jet made my stomach drop even more. "C'est quoi maîtresse" Nanny asks, rubbing my back. Nanny has been with me since childhood and most of the time she only spoke to me in French or Japanese. [what is it mistress?]