Then came another insult.
“This is first class,” the attendant said. “Not whatever place you came from.”
Across the aisle, a woman quietly raised her phone.
She began recording.
The man in row three smirked.
And when the flight attendant noticed, her confidence seemed to grow.
She pointed toward the rear of the aircraft.
“Move to the back where you belong.”
Elena didn’t move.
The attendant stepped closer.
“Before I have security remove you.”
The cabin had gone almost completely silent.
And the flight attendant was still treating Elena like someone who didn’t belong there.
She had no idea just how badly she had misjudged the woman in seat 2A.
“May I have your name?” Elena asked.
The attendant gave a sharp laugh.
“My name?”
“Yes.”
“Dana Whitcomb. And yours?”
“Elena Carter.”
Dana glanced at the boarding pass resting on Elena’s knee.
“Let me see that.”
Elena handed it to her.
Dana inspected the name and seat assignment.
“Where did you get this?”
“From the airline.”
“Did somebody upgrade you?”
“No. I booked this seat.”
Dana turned the boarding pass over as though she expected to find an explanation on the back.
Then she said, “There must have been a mistake.”
