Allana's Perspective
I'm on a flight back home, and I'm dead tired and sleepy.
Sleepy and hungry.
I want to eat, but I think everyone on this plane is sleepy, except for the pilot, I guess.
But I can't wait to go back to London.
Harry will be up.
Well, he is up, it's about 8 in the morning there
I was facing the window when a voice came from behind.
" Ma'am? " she said
Dang it?!
I hate it when people keep calling me Ma'am!
" Yes? " I turned around
" Do you need something? " she said
Well, I didn't ask for her.
" Yeah, uh, do you have a club house sandwich? " I said
" Yes, Ma'am. "
" And a bottle of water. "
" Would it be Perrier or Evian? "
" Perrier please. "
She smiled.
" Would there be anything else? "
" No thank you. "
She smiled, excused herself and then curtsied, and then left.
Thank goodness that she approached me! I was starving.
Well, not starving.
I'm pregnant. Not starving.
I miss Harry.
After a few minutes, the sandwich came.
" Enjoy your meal, Ma'am. " she said as she went back.
I only have an hour left, I've been in this plane of 6 hours.
I'm going crazy.
I can't sleep.
I think I've finished all the magazines available at the plane.
Too bad I didn't bring books.
Books. Gah.
It's a good thing that the sandwich was cut in quarters.
I have time to eat it within an hour.
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Turning Point (A Reaching Out Novel)
Roman d'amourIt has been three months since the wedding, and Allana's announcement and the married life has been treating us quite fairly, in fact, it is amazing. Our life couldn't get even more perfect, but if it could, I wouldn't ask for more.
