31. It's My Seat

Madison

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I think you might be sitting in the wrong seat."

I glance up at the flight attendant—a blonde lady with red-lipstick, strong rogue on her cheeks, and blonde hair put up in a neat bun. She is wearing high heels and a smile despite clearly thinking I'm sitting in the wrong seat.

I smile right back at her. "No, this is definitely my seat."

"Are you certain?" she asks. "Because this is a first-class seat reserved for Mr. Giovanni and his companion."

Part of me wants to ask her why I couldn't be that companion. If she thinks I look cheap or something, but instead, I swallow back my bitterness. Going to Portugal will be a fun thing for me and Victor to do, and I won't let this flight attendant ruin this bubbly let's-go-see-places mood I'm in.

I wet my lips and smile politely. "Yes, I'm that companion. This is my seat."

The flight attendant crosses her arms and fixes me with an icy stare. Her voice is brimming with skepticism as she says, "Ma'am, I canno