𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒰𝓈 *Slow Updates*

Chapter Fifteen

BOOM! Back at it again with another chapter, and this one mighty early. Thought I could write a lot, since yesterday was Thanksgiving and all. More like I wrote this in like 30-45 minutes, but I still took my time with this chappy. Happy to report I think you'll enjoy, you lovely butterflies/moths.

From your friendly neighborhood Spooder-lady, I bid you adieu~ for now at least

word count: 1453 <3

A few hours earlier...

Lila Rossi - as comfortable as she can be - readjusts herself in the plane seat, folding her left leg over her right, feeling some solace. Flying was never easy with the occasional turbulence, people who bring their crying children aboard, and the god-awful service the flight attendants perform.

The plane wasn't exactly...first class, but this'll be the last time she traveled by plane for a while. Her lips slim, tilting upward, thinking of the perfectly perfect ways to show up at school. Man, she felt like a true champion here! She couldn't wait to see their faces when she tells them Paris is going to be her permanent home!

A giggle dances within her throat.

She had even spent the last several days preparing what she was going to say and do to the friends awaiting her in Paris. She went to saloons, and beauty boutiques, and the most expensive of clothing shops. It's one of the many perks in having a grandfather who adored his only granddaughter. All she had to do was purse her lips and pout, and he was putty on the floor.

Everything she's gotten, oh boy, it's going to make even that spoiled little nobody Chloe Bourgeois drool with jealousy. And that annoying Marinette would finally see her Adrien end up with someone else.

It was perfect! So so in fact, the first thing she'd do when she'd get back is give her sweet Adrien a surprise visit. She could imagine his surprised expression of seeing her again, after a year of being away. She ultimately forgiven the stunt he pulled last year when she failed to get rid of that goody two shoes Marinette. Lila was willing to overlook his little hero bravado - because she was such an understanding soul that everyone has their moments, reflecting the volume of the crowd around.

"Water, Mademoiselle?"

A flimsy, tiny cart - stacked with various snacks, juice boxes, and other supplements (or substances) squeak beside the olive-skinned girl. The flight attendant - in her uniform and tight smile from the weariness of the hours spent on the plane. There would be a brief moment where she'd be allowed a small break and take her pumps off. She holds a Great Value water bottle in her left hand, almost as if expecting the girl to smile and take it.

Lila felt her disgust rear it's head immediately. Water? How quaint.

"No, thank you, " As politely as she could she rejected the suggestion. "Do you have any...apple juice?"

The flight attendant's eyebrows furrow and her lips are tugged downward. "I'm sorry, we've just run out of apple juice."

Did she just say "run out"? Run out? How do you "run out" of bloody juice?! Giving the only kind of juice she'd actually intake to those little brats on this flight was a serious insult the teen. Water is too vague, bland, tasteless, and was not worth her time unless she wanted it, and she certainly did not want it. With sharp eyes and a tight smirk, Lila scoffs dryly.

"Well, then I'll just take the water, thank you." She flipped her shortened locks over her shoulder and snatched the bottle liquid from the tired attendant's hand.

Of course she meant to be rude. This flight attendant was the worst service she's ever received! This flight is the worst flight she's ever been too! Ugh. Truly, when she says when the flight was booked, she had every intention of being in first class, but apparently, they were "full". Full, her ass.