Breakaway, the beginning

I could finally get away from my family! It was the first time I could breakaway! No more stuffy dinner, private lesson from moldy old tutors, and no more servants that called me Miss. I insisted on taking a commercial plane and to not be accompanied. It was a dream come true. I bought a soda and chips like a normal teen and imagined my life without the fame and the formality. Somehow I fall asleep and sleep through the entire plane ride! I dunno how I did it, I just did. When we touched down in Paris, a family that said they could host me during my stay collected me at the gate. They were nice enough and not rich! They had a little girl who was about five years who made sure to tell me everything about her family, older sister and all. The older sister was two years older than me and so she was always somewhere else. I hardly ever saw the older sister. She clearly resented me for some reason but I had no idea at the time. She always dressed in velvets and fake silks as if she were trying to look rich or trying to impress me. Nothing was formal, I got to wear whatever I wanted (except my skin), the only rule was I had to be home by dinner time or they were going to send out a search party. It really was a dream come true!