The chime sounded to signal that the seatbelt sign was off, and the quiet cabin instantly filled with the rustle of passengers standing up to gather their coats and overhead luggage. Leo waited patiently inside his suite, letting the rush of eager passengers clear out before standing up. He slung his single canvas duffel over his shoulder and stepped into the aisle, ready to head through customs and get home.
At the exact same time, the navy-blue curtain dividing economy from First Class was pulled back. Julian and Beatrice emerged from the rear of the aircraft, looking thoroughly disheveled, rumpled, and exhausted after five hours in cramped middle seats.