When they arrived at the airport, their private jet was already waiting for them. The twins each took a window seat, their excitement barely contained. The plane had just left New York, and the city lights were beginning to twinkle as dusk settled in. The skyline of Manhattan, with its iconic skyscrapers, was bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, casting a golden glow over the city. The twins looked outside of the window excitedly. As they flew south, the lights gradually gave way to the darker expanse of the coastline, with the Atlantic Ocean stretching out beneath them like a vast, serene blanket.
"It's going to be a couple of hours before we get there. Why don't you take a little nap?" Emily suggested.
Shaking his head, Andy replied, "I don't want to nap right now, Mommy."
"Me neither," Emma echoed.
