The curtains opened, and Grace returned with the bottle of champagne Angel asked for.
"Ma'am, your order is here," she said with a smile on her face.
"Oh," Angel sat up, and forced a smile on her face. "Thanks a lot for this," she said.
Grace dropped the Champagne in a compartment for holding drinks, before turning away.
Sighing for the umpteenth time, Angel relaxed into her seat again.
Just like she was second guessing the journey, she didn't feel like drinking anymore.
She didn't feel like doing anything other than being alone.
Closing her eyes, she tried to see if she could force herself to sleep. But just then, an announcement was made.
The curtains opened again, and Ares walked in with a tray of food in his hand.
"Hey, I brought breakfast," he said, as he sat beside her.
She simply refused to look at him, even though for some weird reason, she found the smell of the food to be simply immaculate.