Jasmine POV

It is exactly 10:00 a.m. the next day when the plane touches down in Los Angeles. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what is going to happen next.

"The product is wonderful," someone says beside me. I look at the seat next to me. Isabella is sitting there, and Michael is between us. After telling her about everything the day before and leaving her to decide whether or not she was going to come with me to L.A., I have to admit that I’m rather relieved that she ...