A private jet soared high in the sky, cutting smoothly through the clouds. Its sleek white body gleamed under the sunlight, engines humming steadily. Its destination was Celestias Academy.
Inside the plane, Arthur was sitting on the window seat, his elbow propped against the armrest, chin resting on his hand. He stared out at the endless expanse of blue sky and white clouds drifting lazily below, bored out of his mind.
On the seat in front of him sat Isabella, who was reading a fashion magazine with a satisfied smile on her face. On the front cover was her photo—posed elegantly in a flowing white dress, her platinum-blond hair cascading over her shoulders, radiant and confident.
Suddenly, Arthur glanced toward her, then at the cover with her photo, and said, "I didn't know you were a model too."
Isabella smiled proudly, flipping a page.
"Of course I am. Now you know how lucky you are to sit next to someone as amazing as me," she said.
Arthur smirked.
