CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE – WRONG FLIGHT

As they boarded the plane, Jasmine felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The Biennale was a huge opportunity, and the possibility of seeing Gordon again made her heart race. But for now, she was grateful for Lenny's company and the distraction he provided. Once they were settled in their seats, Lenny turned to Jasmine with a mischievous grin. "Okay, rapid-fire question time. Favorite color?" Jasmine laughed. "That's like asking a parent to choose their favorite child! But if I had to pick... cerulean blue." "Ooh, good choice. Favorite artist?" "Hmm... Frida Kahlo. You?" "Tough one. Today, I'll say Basquiat. Ask me tomorrow, it might be different," Lenny chuckled. Their conversation flowed easily, covering everything from their favorite museums to their most embarrassing art school moments. As the plane took off, Jasmine found herself relaxing, her earlier nervousness fading away. However, their pleasant flight was soon interrupted. About two hours in, the captain's voice cra