"Plane and Prejudice" Volume II, Part One

This is the third installment of a series that will run for two weeks. Please, if you have not already, read the previous updates, “Plane and Prejudice” Volume I, Parts One and Two, along with this one.

Chapter 1:
Caitlin stormed down upon Coach-grade seat 24D, as she was assigned. “Mr. Wright was the appearance of arrogance!” thought she; “He was ill-natured, proud, and badly mannered.” No, Caity would not have any misgivings about her actions in First Class.

She now looked on kindly at her neighbors, a loud woman named Mrs. Borstein, and her excitable Tween-age daughter, Lisa, who, though not yet fifteen, was already fully out in company. Caity was so enthralled in watching the antics of her two neighbors that she paid little notice to the advances of the young man across the aisle.

Chapter 2:
“Excuse me, Miss,” exclaimed Mr. Adrian Sharples. Caity turned and found herself staring into the most beautiful brown eyes that she had ever seen; “but, did I just see you return from First Class?”

“Oh!” cried Caity. “Yes, but I don’t think that it went very well.”

“Hmm.” Adrian musingly exhaled. “You know, I should have been in First Class. I was the first in queue for an upgrade.”

Enthralled, Caity inquired as to what happened next. Mr. Sharples informed her that he had already boarded the plane and taken his seat when a flight attendant informed him that he would have to move back to his coach assigned seat, as someone else was to get the First Class spot instead of him.

“Shocking! Absolutely shocking!” cried Caity.

“Yes,” conceded Adrian. “And I’ll never forget the face the man who took my happiness from me. His features so rough but handsome, and his smile so smug as he took the seat that was entitled to me.”

“Rough but handsome,” thought Caity, as memories of Mr. Wright flooded her mind and filled her body with a sense of disgust. Caitlin then decided that there was no other man in First Class of whom Mr. Sharples could be speaking. “Mr. Wright was at fault,” concluded she.

And steadfastly was she persuaded that he could have no explanation to give, which a just sense of shame would not conceal.

CONTINUED IN NEXT UPDATE…