Jill Malik P.O.V

I put on my black lace mini dress and stared at myself in the huge golden mirror in Flynn's bedroom. The rooms in the yacht were all extravagant and had all the amenities one needed. 

Yesterday Aunt Lydia and Milan left New York City. Flynn and I brought them to the airport last night. They went home in the private jet of the Vasilios, because the fifty boxes of legos somehow needed to go to Barcelona. Neither me or Flynn were Lego fanatics. 

This afternoon Flynn picked me up from work and drove me to my apartment to get my clothes. After that, we drove straight to...