HER RETURN TO HIARTON TOWERS is everything a Business Magnate could want—and more.
The morning after Aaron placed the collar on her, she was awakened with blasts of whirring on her bedroom's window. She arose, running towards the sound. She quickly discovered it was one of her helicopters; a black BELL 429.
A few minutes later, she was dressed back in red suede boots, black designer jeans, and the cream expensiveness of a white halter top that was common with the thriving city. Her cute country braids came loose by Fallon's skillful hands, and the overflowing reddish-brown waves were quickly tangled to a neat, all-too-perfect coiffure.
All through the morning's process to prepare her to face the gripping hands of wealthy civilization, Arielle never laid eyes on Michael, or Aaron. This occurence kept her mute as Fallon made her face up to a magazine-worthy peek. Her bags were lifted by strong arms to the waiting Chopper.
