At The Beginning

#4

She woke up in the afternoon. It was around 6 pm, and the sky was dark outside. A heavy rain must about to start. She needed to do something. Something to get her mind off Damian, Katharine and everything else. Maybe she could go for a week, to a calming place, where she could relax. A trip to the spa? Hmm... She could go to France! Yes! Her aunt lived there and she had been asking Emma to visit. She would be so happy about it. Without further thoughts, Emma packed her clothes and quickly went to her computer. She booked herself a two-way ticket and went downstairs with her suitcase.

Her mother was not at home, probably running some errands, so she left a note on the front table and ran to the garage and went off to the airport. The rest of the things ran smoothly and soon, Emma was sitting down at the waiting room, impatiently glancing around to see signs that the plane was boarding soon. She was going to be grounded perhaps, when she went home, but it was going to be worth it.

When the announcement was heard, Emma quickly got on her feet and walked gracefully towards the entrance leading to the airplane. She was too eager in fact, that it was hard for her to notice that a lot of men in the waiting room couldn't help but to glue their eyes on her. Even the guy who was checking the ticket for the plane almost dropped Emma's.

It was no surprise, though. Even though she dressed in a hurry at home, she would never forget her style at all. She had settled on a white, flowery dress, which flowed just above her knees, and exposed just enough of her shoulders, with a soft blue cardigan in case she got cold on the plane. She also put on a thin, white head band that has a little bow, which not only added an extra sweetness to her look, but also contrasted beautifully with her long, wavy, dark hair. She also wore her favorite white wedges that brought her 6 cm taller. Her hand bag was round and huge and it made her look cuter and somewhat vulnerable.

After she got her ticket checked, she walked carefully along the rows of seats until she found hers. G 1. The window seat. She smiled to herself, excited and anxious at the same time about her spur-of-the-moment plan to France, and took her iPod and the newest edition of Glamour magazine. She wouldn't even want to spend her time, paying attention to the flight attendants with their same uniform, giving signs, indicating what to do in emergency times.

For the first twenty minutes, Emma was lost in her music and finished flipping through and scanning her magazine. She shut it and took off her earphones. She glanced around, noticing that the two seats next to her were empty. At least I don't have to deal with unwanted neighbors, she thought, remembering for a brief moment about the time she had to sit next to a very talkative old woman who grossly took off her fake teeth and cleaned it with her not-so-clean handkerchief. She shuddered at the image of the old woman, smiling and speaking with only three yellowish teeth in her mouth, their edges blackened.

Unexpectedly, as she was about to put on her earphone again, a male flight attendant came to offer her a drink, holding a bottle of champagne.

"May I offer you some champagne, Miss?" the male flight attendant offered, with a voice Emma knew only too well. But, really? Was she dreaming? She was on her flight to France, to Paris, for crying out loud. That ex-boyfriend of hers couldn't have possibly known about her plan. Even if he did find out, he couldn't possibly make it in time, let alone be a flight attendant in there. She was probably just surprised, half hallucinating, that the economy class included an offer for a glass of champagne.

"Err... Sure," she answered without glancing up. She wasn't ready to find out whether or not the flight attendant was him.

Emma could hear the sound of champagne being poured to a glass and soon, it was given to her.

"Here you go, Miss," the flight attendant's voice was still the same sweet, enchanting, velvet voice of Damian.