The jet sliced through the clouds like silk, the hum of its engines blending with low conversation and the occasional pop of a champagne cork. Eliana sat near the window, her seat plush enough to sink into, legs curled beneath her.
Outside, the sky was a pale stretch of gold and powder blue, endless and warm. Her head leaned against the glass, but her eyes weren't really focused on the view.
The jet cabin was nothing short of a flying penthouse—customized for the drama, decadence, and divas aboard. It had multiple private zones, each more extra than the last. Right now, they were all huddled into one of the central lounges, where the crescent of low, plush sofas faced each other like a living room in the sky. Champagne flutes perched on glossy tables, designer heels kicked off, and gossip spilled as easily as the drinks.
