Ella’s POV
“Dear passengers, welcome to Marajo.
An island of unimaginable fantasy.”
The pilot’s voice floated through the cabin, soft but clear, pulling everyone out of sleep.
I blinked slowly, my body heavy from the long flight. Around me, people stirred, stretching and yawning as the plane began its descent. The hum of the engine shifted, and excitement buzzed through the air like electricity.
“Are we there yet?” Ava asked sleepily, brushing hair from her face.
I nodded, smiling.
Instantly, her eyes lit up, and she leaned across the seat to look through the window. The other girls followed, pressing close, whispering and gasping as the island came into view.
Even from above, Marajo looked unreal. Endless turquoise water wrapped around the island like silk, and the golden shorelin
