The Risk of Inheritance.

4 - Limits

"Good morning Miss Astor, and welcome aboard! We're so glad to have you with us today on this private flight. We'll be cruising at an altitu-"

The chatter I hear through the intercom of my families,

now mine, I established,

-multi-million dollar private plane, fades into the distance as I settle in.

My father was a huge environmentalist, so we rarely ever use it. But considering the drive from Girona to France is 9 hours (without traffic), Barcelona El Prat Airport seemed like a much better way of traveling.

I remove my Ugg Tasmans from my feet and plop my bag into the seat directly next to me. The analog clock on my watch reads 4.31 A.M. I look up at the passing flight attendants, who do not meet my gaze, as they prepare for takeoff. The ETA to France is 2 hours, which tells me I won't get to my Chateau until around 8 - 9 A.M.

A very skittish stewardess approaches me, probably unsettled by the amount of 6'0 and higher security guards also settling into the plane.

" Hola, Miss Astor. Agua o cafe?" The woman, Yolanda- as I can see from her gold-plated name tag- questions.

(Hello, Miss Astor. Water or coffee?)

"No, Gracias." I smile for a split second at her.

My mother would scold me for my rudeness. But she's not here. And I can't bring it in me to give anything more than that at the moment.

(No, Thank you)

She nods briefly at me and scrambles away.

My gaze then lands on the white seats three rows in front of me, where my Abuela sits, from this angle, she can't see my stare, so I examine her for a few exaggerated beats before I lean over and unzip my bag, reaching for my laptop.

The Academy of Versailles, I typed into Google for the first time after I got that message.

My typing stops when I feel the unmistakable rattle that is the plane taking off.

I don't stop reading until we belt into the sky.

Academy of Versailles – The Most Prestigious Elite School in Paris
The Academy of Versailles is a renowned institution located in the heart of Versailles, Paris. Established in the 17th century, it continues to uphold its legacy of academic excellence. With a rigorous admissions process and an unparalleled history of producing leaders in every field, the Academy is the epitome of academic distinction.
[http://www.academyofversailles.fr/]

The Academy of Versailles – Requirements for Admission to this Elite Boarding School
Considering applying to the Academy of Versailles? Learn about the exceptional entrance requirements, including perfect grades, recommendations from renowned scholars, and extensive interviews with the school's prestigious faculty.
[http://www.academyofversailles.fr/admissions]

Why the Academy of Versailles is the Hardest School to Get Into
With an acceptance rate lower than 1%, the Academy of Versailles is known as one of the most competitive and selective schools in Europe. Perfect grades are only the start—students must also excel in leadership, extracurricular, and intellectual ach-

I shut my laptop, slide back into my shoes and make my way over to my Abuela after the seatbelt sign goes off. My long now straight hair covering the majority of my back, which warms me

Her gorgeous face smiles at me as she puts her book down.

" Abuela, when do applications begin? For Versailles I mean... Apparently, you need to be on a waiting list to even try to be considered." I question, eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you princessa, I may or may not have pulled a few strings and got you past the waitlist. But before you get upset, know you still have to attend the knowledge exam along with a talent exam. First of is self-explanatory but second, you have to show them something artistic you put a lot of effort into, like your voice."

My Abuela almost sings the last part.

Whatever test they throw at me won't faze me, I was the top-number 1 student at my old school before my life fell apart however, it's the artistic part that catches my attention.

I'd rather not sing in front of a bunch of old fucks who judge whether or not I ever find out what happened to my parents.

As my Abuela starts rambling about what's happening in her book, now adapted into a novella, I once again block the noise out and descend into the dark place that is my mind.

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