She's dreaming in color. Most flights to 'sun & fun' destinations are done by subsidiaries of our few major airlines. Pack 'em in, fly them fast, turn around & repeat for max profit. They buy planes configured with maximum number of seats so Chantal would find she's flying on a "seven squishy seven" down to the DR. Getting into the plane, (fairly narrow door), then that hard right into the aisle to her seat would involve a lot of squirming, huffing & puffing. Getting INTO her seat? Forget it & even if she greased her way in, spare some pitying thoughts to the passengers in front, behind & beside her. If CoVD isn't a reason to wear a mask, Chantal's delicate bouquet would be.
Sure she could pony up for a 1st class seat on a major airline but that would eat into her grub money in a major way.
Don't know nuttin' about the DR. Do they have cabs big enough to easily fit her? What is your average hotel room like?
She has 7 months before her February trip & easily 200 lbs. to lose before a flight would be close to comfy. Not. Ever. Going. To. Happen. What would she do down there other than brood & seethe in her room, trying every takeout in town. I wonder if they even do food delivery? Not a clue. She'd spend time shit talking her friends while envying them their ability to move about freely, shopping, drinking, swimming & all that fun, beach stuff while she stared at the impenetrable barrier of uneven sidewalks & sand.
Would she dare go to the beach? She's pushing 40 & at her best, looks ridden hard & put away wet & lately, she's not at her best most of the time. She might & would probably faceplant with heat exhaustion.
But no, she's not going anywhere & has the easy out of claiming CoVD sent whatever airline she allegedly booked on into bankruptcy.
It will still be amising to watch her frantically find excuses to nope out of the fictional trip.