Book 10 - Chapter Eight
After I board the aircraft, I try not to look too smug as I turn left rather than right for the first time ever. Moving along the row, I find my seat number, stepping into the roomy lag space, and sitting down. I wriggle my ass experimentally against the padded cushioning, wow! Is this how the other half live? This is nothing like the ceder blocks that they call economy seats. I lean forward, tucking my bag by my feet before picking up either side of my seatbelt and clipping them together and settling back into the ridiculously comfy chair underneath me. ‘Good morning sir, can I interest you in an orange juice? A glass of champagne?’ a voice asks beside me as I turn to find a stewardess holding a tray of drinks, smiling down at me. ‘Oh um, Champagne please’ I reply, taking the glass offe
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