Yolanda stirred, her senses slowly awakening from the fog of a night filled with revelry and excess. As she blinked against the soft glow of ambient light, the reality around her began to crystallize.
She was not in the cramped confines of a commercial Boeing, surrounded by indifferent passengers and the hum of mundane travel. No, she found herself nestled in a luxurious plane unlike anything she had ever experienced.
The plush leather seats enveloped her in an embrace of comfort, and the elegant flight attendant glided past her with an effortless grace, a vision of poise that seemed to belong to another world entirely.
"Where are we?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep and confusion. She turned to her husband, Jamal, whose expression was a mixture of concern and relief, as though he had been waiting for this moment.
