The air hostess opened the cabin door and stood to the side, waiting for them to start filing out. Michael was already on his feet, with Lucia beside him. He laced his fingers into hers and led her to the door. They stepped out, and Lucia immediately saw that there were guards at the bottom of the stairs, lined up on either side of a red carpet leading to a limousine. There was a car in front of the limo and another behind it.
"I drove to the airport," Adela said from within the cabin.
Prince Michael turned to look at her.
"We can drop you home, and one of the guards will take your car home," he told her.
It was worded as though she had some choice, but she knew from his tone she did not. His tone left no room for argument. Lucia looked at him questioningly, and Adela nodded at him in resignation.
"Okay," she said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the man said and faced forward.
