The plush first-class cabin enveloped Harper and Rachel in a cocoon of quiet comfort as their flight to New York soared gently above the clouds. The soft hum of the engines was a distant lullaby beneath the muted rustle of crisp linen napkins and the faint clink of glassware.
The world beyond the cabin windows had faded into a wash of deepening twilight, painted with streaks of gold and indigo, as if even the sky had quieted to honor their moment.
Harper shifted in her spacious leather seat, sinking into the soft embrace of luxury, but her gaze never strayed from Rachel. A thrill of nervous anticipation stirred in her chest, fluttering like a caged bird. This trip isn't just another getaway—it meant something more. A new chapter. A new beginning. And Rachel is the heart of it all.
