Amelia's eyebrow twitched violently, as though she had strained the muscles in her face. Beside her, Matteo looked similarly pleased with this turn of events.
That was to say, not at all.
"It seems like the plane ride will be overly crowded. All of you can fly ahead, Amelia and I will take the next flight," Matteo said without batting an eye as he wrapped an arm around Amelia's waist, ready to drag her away to the tarmac if necessary.
Forget flying by private jet, Matteo would pick flying with a budget airline with no food, no legroom, and a legion of crying, pooping infants if it meant not sharing a flight with Emmeline and his stepmom.
But before his escape plan could come into play, Horace Hawthorne arrived on the scene, his face an expression of beaming delight as he saw everyone already waiting.
"Good good, we can all get on the flight now," Horace said heartily.
