Stella slowly made her way to her business-class seat.
She felt both anxious and thrilled, as it was her very first flight—and she was already 85 years old.
However, the man sitting next to her, Franklin Delaney, frowned. “I don’t want to sit next to that woman!” he nearly shouted at the flight attendant.
“Sir, this is her assigned seat. We can’t change that,” the stewardess replied gently.
“That’s impossible. These seats cost a lot. She couldn’t afford one—just look at her clothes!” Franklin insisted.
Stella lowered her gaze, feeling embarrassed. She had put on her best outfit, even if it wasn’t elegant. Some passengers sided with Franklin and suggested she move. Feeling small, Stella said quietly, “Miss, it’s okay. If there’s a seat in economy, I’ll take it. I used all my savings for this seat, but I don’t want to inconvenience anyone.”
But the stewardess shook her head. “No, ma’am. You paid for this seat, and you have every right to be here, no matter what others say.”
