thought about the night Richard Bennett had told her she didn’t belong in First Class. BookFlights
At the time, she’d felt embarrassed.
She’d wanted nothing more than to sit down quietly and enjoy the flight.
Instead, a stranger had decided that her age and ordinary clothing made her less deserving of respect.
She remembered his expensive suit.
His confident voice.
The way he’d demanded recognition before bothering to check his own ticket.
Then she remembered her father’s words.
You shouldn’t need to know someone’s family before treating them with dignity.
