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.We arrived at The Hilton private airport and while I went for Reign, who looked so exhausted from the long trip, Taylor made her way out of the plane. The attendants help us with our bags and we walk out of the airport and to our waiting black limo. The driver gets down and opens the door for Taylor and she enters and I enter, helping Reign take her seat comfortably before closing the door. With the help of the driver, the attendants set our bags into the boot of the car and we stayed quiet.

I feel Reign’s soft and small hand on mine and I glance at...