SAMANTHA
I was shocked when one of my fellow flight attendants suddenly grabbed my arm and it seemed so thrilling that I didn’t know why.
"Joyce, why are you screaming like that?" My innocent question. He was holding a newspaper that was slightly crumpled due to its uncontrollable screaming. We are inside the cabin kitchen and are currently arranging meals in the large oven.
"Why didn't you tell us that you were the one to marry Sir Simoun? this is This is you, Samantha, right?" Her question intrigues me. Three of our colleagues approached so I was a little nervous and the head cabin crew might see us and scold us consistently.
"What's that? I don't know what you're saying." I refused to question her question to me.
"Tsssk! She's still pretending. Here, you and Sir Simoun are in the newspaper." She showed me the newspaper she was holding.