June

"Would you like some wine, Miss?" the flight attendant in a red uniform asks, leaning toward me with a polite smile.

I shake my head quickly, my lips curling faintly. "Just water, please."

He nods and then moves down the aisle.

I exhales softly letting my shoulders drop slightly, adjusting in the plush seat. The cabin shimmers with quiet elegance—the cream leather, soft lighting, the polished wood accents, and I find myself glancing around, momentarily forgetting everything else, ...