Mandy’s POV
“I don’t usually sleep well on airplanes,” I warn my new husband as we eat dinner at what turns out to be both our favorite local Indian restaurant, Swagath, before we head to the airport. “I have trouble feeling comfortable enough to relax and fall asleep in the cramped space provided. So fair warning, I’ll probably arrive in Hawaii cranky due to lack of sleep.”
“Then luckily for you, we are flying in first class tonight,” Mark says, in between bites of chicken tikka masala with naan bread. “Do you suppose that will help at all?”
“Hopefully,” I reply with a demure smile. I take a bite of my own dinner, a chicken and rice dish called biryani which is served with a cucumber and yogurt salad called raita. It’s so good I may have moaned out loud just a little. Mark winks a
