Three weeks later, chaos erupted.
Visa processing. Paperwork. Flights being arranged.
The agency dorm was buzzing with tension.
Three girls were selected.
Elena was one of them.
Her parents cried on the phone.
"America?" her brother screamed excitedly in the background.
She was scheduled to fly from Manila to Los Angeles, then connect to Las Vegas.
But on the day of departure, something went wrong.
At the airport, a staff member handed her the wrong envelope.
Boarding pass.
First class.
She blinked.
"This must be a mistake," she told the agency assistant.
But the assistant was overwhelmed, handling multiple departures.
"Just go, go! We're late!"
Everything moved too fast.
Security.
Immigration.
Boarding.
Elena found herself sitting in a seat far more luxurious than she had ever imagined.
Champagne was offered.
She refused politely.
Passengers glanced at her with curiosity.
She looked… expensive.
Elegant.
Composed.
No one questioned her.
No one suspected she was a farmer's daughter from a small province.
As the plane lifted off the ground, Manila was shrinking beneath clouds…
Elena pressed her fingers against the necklace.
She wasn't sure what waited in Las Vegas.
She wasn't sure if the agency truly had everything organized.
But one thing was certain.
She was no longer the girl no one noticed.
And she was flying toward a city built on risk.