Little surprise that the terminals felt cramped and uncomfortable, but Sabrina stayed positive despite the adverse environment. She'd avoided all eye contact thus far, but moving towards the door, her eyes lifted.
"What's going on?" she thought after noticing the appeal of an utterly foreign face.
"Good evening," the stewardess said while taking her ticket.
Overcome by a whimsical tactlessness, Sabrina recoiled and observed.
"Jennifer Connelly," the stewardess added. "You're in seat 7-G."
Sabrina passed through with a subtle glance and took a seat by the window. The blinding sunlight had obscured her view of the terminal, so as the allure of seeing her parents one last time faded, she wept. However, even amidst the sadness, she became distracted.
"Hello again. Everything alright?" Jennifer inquired after easing into the adjoining seat.
"I'm fine..." Sabrina reluctantly answered while gesturing to the window. "Hoping for a final goodbye."
"Your parents?"
She immediately nodded and concealed her carry-on because if anyone resembled a student, it was her. In this regard, Jennifer's direct queries weren't surprising.
"So..." Jennifer continued. "I assume that you're attending school in Boston?"
Sabrina giggled and adjusted her posture. "No, London."
Jennifer's eyes widened. "Like England?" she exclaimed.
Sabrina chuckled. "Yeah--like England."
Sabrina felt taken already, but she remained reserved in light of Jennifer's consistent gazes.
"I'm sorry..." Jennifer said. "I don't mean to stare, but you remind me so much of someone."
Sabrina gave a wry smile and gradually crossed her legs. "I see."
"The similarities are amazing!" Jennifer admitted. "You could pass for her twin sister."
Sabrina scrutinized as Jennifer journeyed down the aisle, mostly awed by the allurement, but equally puzzled by the interest. From out of nowhere, a suitcase promptly slid into the overhead compartment.
"I can't believe I made it!" a young woman announced while claiming the seat beside her.
Sabrina smiled and offered a hand. "Sabrina Kole."
"Beautiful name..." the girl replied while shaking hands. "Tatum, Tatum Cotour."
"A pleasure."
Tatum leaned back and relaxed. "Likewise..." she countered. "I'm originally from Atlanta, Georgia, but I was visiting friends in Kansas City."
"I've lived here all my life."
"A southern belle...?" Tatum questioned. "This is going to be a fun flight."
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The Dark Society
Mystery / ThrillerA powerful family of occultists unexpectedly disappear and for the next twenty years they live within society like normal people. However, as the eldest daughter reaches her 18th birthday the curse of a forgotten bloodline returns, along with the me...
