Stella finally settled into her business class seat, her hands trembling slightly against the armrests, equal parts nervous and quietly proud. At eighty-five years old, this was her very first flight. She had waited her whole life for this particular trip, though nobody around her had any idea why yet.
Franklin Delaney, the man seated beside her, took one look at her and scowled openly.
“I don’t want to sit next to that… woman!” he nearly shouted at the flight attendant hurrying down the aisle.
“Sir, this is her assigned seat,” the stewardess replied, gentle but immovable. “There’s nothing we can do about that.”
“That can’t possibly be true,” Franklin pressed. “These seats cost a fortune. There’s no way she could afford one. Just look at her clothes.”
Stella lowered her gaze, cheeks burning with shame. She’d worn her very best outfit for this flight, modest as it was, chosen carefully the night before with more care than Franklin could have guessed. A few nearby passengers murmured their agreement with him, some even urging her, not unkindly, to just move seats and avoid the fuss. Humiliated, Stella finally leaned toward the stewardess and whispered, “Miss, it’s all right. If you have another seat back in economy, I’ll go sit there. I spent all my savings on this ticket, but it’s really not worth inconveniencing everyone.”
The stewardess held firm anyway. “No, ma’am. You paid for this seat, and you deserve to sit in it, no matter what anyone else in this cabin has to say about it.”
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