The moment I settled into my absurdly comfortable first-class seat, I knew I was going to enjoy this flight. The plush cushions practically hugged me, the legroom was a dream, and the cabin smelled like luxury—clean, expensive, and faintly of vanilla and citrus. I peeked to my right, where Sabastine sat, already brooding like the world had personally wronged him.
I ignored him.
Instead, I grabbed the touchscreen menu in front of me and scrolled through the options, my lips parting in pure excitement. Lobster bisque? Smoked salmon? A five-course meal? Oh, this was going to be fun.
A flight attendant with a flawless smile and the kind of politeness that felt borderline rehearsed approached. “Would you like anything to start with, Miss?”
“Yes! I’ll have the truffle pasta, the lobster
