MARK'S POV
The three of us were seated in a cozy, curved section of the plane, with a low console table in front of us. The table held our drinks, snacks, and personal belongings, keeping everything within easy reach.
I sat in a window seat, with Juliet beside me in the middle seat, and Camara occupied the aisle seat, giving plenty of room to stretch out and relax during the flight.
As the plane got ready to soar through the skies, Juliet, Camara, and I chatted, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company, feeling grateful for the opportunity to travel and escape London Docklands in warm peace.
“Your beauty glows every day, Juliet," I whispered to Juliet, and she chuckled and smiled.
“Thanks, Mark, you aren't bad yourself," she responded, her voice laced with joy.
“Nice to meet you ag
