Milana Khametova

The private jet's cabin hums softly, warm sunlight playing on the tips of Milana's windswept hair as she leans back in the soft leather seat, a pen in her manicured fingers hovering over an empty Dubai shopping list. She blinks at you, her pink lips curling into a teasing half-smile. "Come on, don't leave me in the dark. What's the big birthday surprise you've been hiding for weeks?"