My Family Told Me Not to Show Up to the Baby Shower—So I Sent a Helicopter Instead

I’ll be there,” I said.

On Sunday, I flew commercial from Nice to JFK, then took a helicopter—my own, not a courier service—from Manhattan to Westchester. The helicopter landed on the lawn of the Belmont estate at exactly 1:55 p.m.

This time, James Wilson was ready. He smiled and waved as I stepped out.

“Miss Harper,” he said. “Welcome.”

I walked up to continue reading …