CHAPTER 147

　　Olivia's POV

　　I settled into one of the plush leather seats, trying not to gawk at the opulent interior. "I almost feel underdressed for this plane."

　　"You look perfect." Christopher loosened his tie, dropping into the seat across from me. "Champagne?"

　　"Shouldn't we wait until we're in the air?"

　　"Where's your sense of adventure?" He signaled to the flight attendant, who appeared with a bottle of Champagne.

　　I watched the flight attendant expertly pop the cork, echoing through the cabin. Christopher took the bottle, dismissing her with a nod.

　　"You know, most people just grab a beer when showing off," I teased as he filled the delicate crystal flutes.

　　"Most people aren't me." He handed me a glass, his fingers brushing mine. "And this isn't about showing off. This is about creating memories," he said, swirling the golden liquid.