"Where are we?" a beautiful brunette asked in a calm, subdued tone.
"All this while you've been jumping around and causing a ruckus, and you never thought to ask anyone this question?"
Walking down from the plane, an embarrassed look claimed Isabella's face. To my surprise, it was Sophie who came up with a possible answer.
"Are we in Silicon Valley?"
After several hours of flight, our plane had finally touched down, a lit sky above us as we stepped onto the San Jose airport runway.
Isabella's question revealed the girl's false notion that we would be heading back to Los Angeles.
I watched Sophie's eyes narrow as she looked left and right, her expression contemplative. Then, she nodded.
"Yep, we're definitely in Silicon Valley. My mom brought me here once."
"But we've got school," Isabella said from my left, looking at me questioningly.
"You should've thought of that before you decided to threaten Denise with the police."
