Paradise

After everyone had been seated, the pilot's voice was heard, telling everyone to buckle up as they are taking off.

The Gulfstream G700 rumbled softly as it accelerated down the runway, and its powerful engines roared to life.

James sat comfortably in his plush leather seat, barely feeling the momentum as the jet smoothly lifted off the ground.

The moment of takeoff was almost surreal — no turbulence, no rattling, just a seamless ascent into the sky.

Leslie, who had been hyped all morning, was suddenly quiet. Not out of fear, but because she was absorbing every moment of the experience.

Her phone could be said to be glued to her hands, as she was taking pictures nonstop, at a speed that even paparazzi would respect.

James smiled as he glanced at her.

"She's been taking pictures nonstop. She'll probably have enough to make a whole documentary by the time we land." He laughed.