“Welcome aboard, Miss Grey,” the flight attendant said.
She took the nearest seat. Her eyes twinkled, in awe at how far humanity had progressed.
“Please put on your seatbelt,” the attendant added. “We’ll be underway shortly.”
Clara did as requested and sunk into the seat. She peered out the window, spotting Evelyn by the limousine with Marc by her side. This further reminded her that those two shared something that transcended love. Why am I feeling a twinge of jealousy?