Page 7 of Sparks Fly
I press post then lock my phone and sit back in the chair when my phone pings.
Tapping the screen, I see Nora’s name flash up. A small smile dusts across my lips as I click on her message.
Nora
All set? Have the best time, you deserve it! P.S. I am going to try and get out for a long weekend soon! Xo
Me
Think so, just sitting in the lounge whilst I wait for the plane. That would be amazing if you could x
Nora
I’ll keep you posted. Let me know when you land and get to your apartment safely xo
Me:
Will do x
Curling my fingers around the stem of my flute glass, I drain the rest of it just as the young waiter appears at my side telling me that it is time to board the plane. I give him a nod then collect my bag and belongings and walk towards the exit.
I still am not quite sure why I am doing this, but like I originally planned, I wanted to get away and spend time on myself. I had been in a relationship with Royce for just over four years, I have done a lot of growing up since then and it would be nice for me to be able to learn to love myself again. I am needy girl, always want to be cuddled and kissed; to be wanted and never alone. So, this was going to be a task in itself.
Passing the air hostess my boarding pass, she smiles at me before tearing the end off and giving it back.
“Seat five.” She nods down the aisle, and I walk into the quiet plane.
Placing my bag on the seat next to me, I get my kindle, my phone, and my vlogging gear.
I felt mentally exhausted. I could do without vlogging, but I need to remember that this is my job and as much as my heart feels like it has been ripped out of my chest, the show must go on.
The air hostess walks down the aisle a few moments later, hair neatly slicked into a low bun. Her make-up was perfection, and I wanted to know what she used. I like to post about make-up on my channels and do get ready with me features, so finding new make-up is always a bonus.
Buckling my seat belt, I tighten it. There is no way in hell I am taking it off until the plane is fully on the ground. I wouldn’t say I was a nervous flyer, but I wasn’t the bravest either.
Inhaling heavily, the same air hostess walks back past and gives me a nod when she sees that I am already buckled in.
We wait for a while longer, and a few people climb on the plane. I’ve no idea who they are but seems we’re sharing our trip to Monaco.
They looked stinking rich, and I know that’s bad of me to judge that from just the way they look, but it was true.
The two seats opposite me were still free and I was secretly praying that they stayed that way.
Scrolling on my phone, I take a quick snap out the plane window and post it with the caption
Off on a little vacay… but to where?
I wait for a moment when I see the notifications start to climb again and a warmth radiates through my chest. I am proud of myself for this little corner I have built for myself, and I am super grateful that this is my job, even though at times it can be a lot. Some days, I don’t even want to look at my phone and normally by nine p.m. it is on do not disturb. But since being without Royce, I find myself on it more and more.
I watch with wide eyes, a flutter of joy dancing in my belly as the air hostess speaks into the phone and I am assuming she is calling time and closing the door.
Bonus.
A whole area to myself. What more could I want.
I find myself nestling into my seat a little further, a smug look all over my face. Just as she is about to step out and tug the door shut, a low voice fills the small plane and my head lifts slightly, eyes narrowing.
“Sir, you’re late,”
