"When the seatbelt sign is off, all boundaries are too."
Celeste didn't do economy.
She also didn't do commitment, limits, or apologies.
As a luxury travel columnist with over 2 million followers and a reputation for sipping Dom Pérignon at 30,000 feet, Celeste lived her life like a never-ending holiday. Her social feed was filled with villa views, infinity pools, and brief but blazing flings with beautiful strangers she never saw twice.
But this flight was different.
This wasn't a trip she planned.
It was an escape.
Her phone buzzed as she settled into Seat 1A first class, of course, bound for Bali. The screen lit up with a name she hated: Anthony. Her ex. Or, more accurately, the man who once thought he could own her.
She let the screen dim and leaned back in the buttery leather
