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Astewardess sauntered down the aisle of Tony’s private jet, bottle of champagne in hand. Estrella shook her head, passing on the offer, and Anna accepted a glass, seat cocooning her in buttery soft leather. She traced a finger over the polished inlay on her armrest. “What kind of wood is this?”
Estrella glanced up from her tablet and back down. “Pink ivory, I think.”
Made sense, given its pinkish hue and marble-like quality. She typed pink ivory in her phone. One of the rarest woods in the world, it was once the royal tree of the Zulu people. Possession outside the royal family had been punishable by death. Now it was a cup holder.
Eyes glued to her tablet, Estrella reclined in her seat and kicked off her shoes, seemingly indifferent to the tufted leather walls and pink ivory glory
