The sun hovered over the sparkling waters of Paldawan, casting golden reflections across the white sands as Lucian, Serena, and Darrell prepared to leave the island.
Their days in paradise had come to an end, and now it was time to return to the towering walls and familiar halls of the Draven mansion.
As expected, the journey was luxurious from start to finish.
Their private plane waited on the runway, sleek and polished to a mirror shine, with attendants already lined up to welcome them aboard. Plush leather seats welcomed them in a warm embrace while a flight crew served chilled drinks and fresh tropical fruits with silver utensils.
Darrell lounged back comfortably, scrolling through a tablet while Lucian sat by the window, his fingers lazily trailing the condensation on his glass. Serena, glowing radiantly, eased herself into her seat with practiced grace, her silk gown fluttering slightly as she adjusted her position.
