New Year'sin Dubai
The sun had barely begun to rise when Sierra stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection with an excitement she could barely contain. She was going to Dubai.
Not just any trip—this was her first time ever traveling to Dubai, and she was doing it in Jeandre’s private jet.
The morning air was crisp as she pulled on her designer travel set—a cream-colored two-piece loungewear set with gold accents, matching her sleek suitcase. Jeandre had insisted on handling everything: flights, hotels, and even their itinerary.
From the moment Sierra had agreed, she knew this wouldn’t be just any trip.
She was spending New Year’s Eve in Dubai with the man she loved.
Downstairs, Reina was already waiting, her oversized sunglasses perched on her head, a chic black travel outfit hugging her frame perfectly. She looked effortlessly expensive, the kind of rich girl who belonged in first class—except they weren’t even flying commercial.
Julian, as expected, looked perfectly at ease, dressed casually yet sophisticated in a crisp linen shirt and tailored joggers. He and Jeandre had traveled to Dubai multiple times, but it was a first for both the girls.
“Are you ready?” Jeandre’s voice was smooth as he approached Sierra, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
She grinned. “Beyond ready.”
The ride to the private terminal was an experience in itself. Jeandre’s black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the streets as he sat beside Sierra, their fingers intertwined.
Once they arrived, the reality of what was happening hit her full force.
The Caddel jet was massive—sleek, elegant, and impossibly luxurious. Gold accents gleamed against the jet-black exterior, and the Caddel family crest was subtly embossed on the tail.
Inside, the jet was a floating five-star hotel.
The main cabin featured plush cream leather seats, a spacious lounge area, and even a full bar stocked with only the finest liquor. Soft, ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the space, and the scent of fresh coffee filled the air.
Sierra barely had time to take it all in before a team of flight attendants greeted them with champagne.
“Would you like a pre-flight drink, Miss Amery?” one of them asked with a polite smile.
Sierra hesitated, still adjusting to this level of exclusivity.
Reina, on the other hand, took her glass with ease, smirking. “Get used to it, babe.”
Julian chuckled, dropping into one of the oversized seats. “First time on a private jet?”
Sierra exhaled, shaking her head in awe. “First time in Dubai. Not the first time in a jet. But the first time for a lot of things.”
Jeandre pulled her onto his lap, his arms circling her waist. “Then let’s make it a trip you’ll never forget.”
As the engines roared to life, Sierra stole one last glance out the window, watching as the landscape disappeared beneath them.
Dubai, here we come.
The flight was seamless. After hours of laughter, delicious food, and Jeandre making sure Sierra was beyond comfortable, they finally began their descent into Dubai.
As the plane landed smoothly on the tarmac, Sierra’s eyes widened at the sight before her.
Dubai was like nothing she had ever seen.
Towering skyscrapers lined the city, their lights reflecting off the Arabian Gulf. The streets were lined with luxury cars—Ferraris, Rolls-Royces, Bentleys—casually driving past as if they were nothing special.
The airport itself was an architectural masterpiece, shimmering under the desert sun.
“Welcome to Dubai,” Jeandre whispered against her ear.
The moment they stepped off the plane, the heat hit them instantly. Even though it was December, Dubai’s winter was unlike anywhere else—warm, yet pleasant, with a soft desert breeze.
A fleet of black SUVs was already waiting for them, ready to take them to their hotel.
Or rather, their penthouse.
Jeandre hadn’t just booked a hotel—he had reserved the Royal Suite at the Burj Al Arab, one of the most iconic hotels in the world.
As they arrived, Sierra was awestruck.
The hotel itself was a seven-star wonder, designed like a sail, towering over the coastline. Inside, the lobby gleamed with gold, intricate chandeliers, and a level of opulence that was almost overwhelming.
The elevator ride to their suite felt surreal, and when they finally stepped inside, Sierra thought her heart might actually stop.
The Royal Suite was a palace.
The ceilings were painted in gold leaf, the furniture was straight out of a luxury design magazine, and the views…
The views.
Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Arabian Gulf, the city skyline glittering in the distance. The suite had multiple bedrooms, a private butler, a grand staircase, and even a full-sized Jacuzzi overlooking the water.
Sierra turned to Jeandre, still in shock. “This is insane.”
Jeandre smirked. “Only the best for my fiancée.”
Reina twirled around in the massive living area. “I think I could live here forever.”
Julian chuckled, pouring himself a drink from the bar. “That’s the plan, baby.”
Sierra shook her head in disbelief, this was a different world.
A world she was still adjusting to.
Their first day was spent exploring the city.
They visited the Dubai Mall, where Jeandre and Julian casually dropped insane amounts of money on the girls, buying them everything from luxury handbags to diamond jewelry.
Sierra had protested at first, but one look from Jeandre silenced her.
“Let me spoil you, Angel.”
They took a yacht out on the Persian Gulf, watching the sunset while drinking expensive champagne. The night ended with dinner at At.mosphere, the world’s highest restaurant, located in the Burj Khalifa.
Jeandre and Julian sat back, amused as Sierra and Reina gushed over the view, their excitement contagious.
The night was perfect.
But it was New Year’s Eve that would truly make the trip unforgettable.
New Year’s Eve in Dubai was a spectacle unlike any other.
Jeandre had secured VIP access to the most exclusive party at Atlantis The Palm, an event attended by celebrities, billionaires, and royalty.
Sierra wore a custom-made gold gown, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly. Jeandre couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“You look breathtaking,” he murmured against her ear, his hand resting on her waist.
Reina was equally stunning in a deep red dress, Julian’s arm draped possessively around her.
The party was extravagant—champagne fountains, world-class performers, and a guest list filled with the global elite.
Then, at midnight, the sky exploded in fireworks.
Sierra watched in awe as the entire city lit up, the Burj Khalifa’s fireworks show unlike anything she had ever seen.
Jeandre pulled her close, his lips brushing against hers.
“Happy New Year, my love.”
She smiled, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to his lips. “Happy New Year, Jeandre.”
And as the fireworks illuminated the city, Sierra knew this was just the beginning of their forever.