Lyvana settled into her seat, glancing at Emily, who was still marveling at the luxurious cabin.
"Can you believe this?" Emily whispered, her voice filled with awe. "We're actually on a private plane!"
Lyvana smirked. "Try not to drool on the armrest."
Emily ignored her, pressing her hand to the window as the tarmac lights streaked past. "We are moving already!"
The plane gained speed, lifting smoothly off the ground.
Lyvana smiled, feeling a rush of excitement despite herself. "You okay, Emy?"
Emily nodded, still gazing out the window. "Yep."
The plane leveled off.
Minutes later, a cart appeared beside them, laden with delicate pastries, fresh fruit, and a selection of cheeses.
The attendant smiled. "Help yourselves to anything you want. If you need anything else just request for it."
Emily's eyes widened. "Ooh, croissants!" She reached for a flaky pastry.
