The private jet rolls to a smooth halt on the tarmac of Zhaovaril International, its sleek frame gleaming under the golden haze of the late afternoon sun. The terminal gleams ahead like a glass lotus flower. Delicate, ornate, and undeniably modern.
Vaela descends the stairs beside Thalos, her heels clicking softly, her dress flowing like liquid dusk in the breeze. A team of suited airport staff and security agents await them at the bottom, lining up in respectful silence.
As soon as her feet touch the ground, cameras flash.
"Are we… being treated like celebrities?" Vaela whispers with a sideways smirk.
Thalos chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "Tech mogul perks. They assume anyone traveling with me is either famous or royalty."
Lilith struts down behind them, sunglasses on, champagne glass still in hand, no idea where she got it, and blows kisses at the security team and photographers.
