Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

After checking in, Sabrina and Bettie took the shuttle bus to the plane.
They were seated in economy class next to each other. Sabrina specifically chose the window seat.
As Sabrina and Bettie made their way down the narrow aisle, Sabrina located her seat number.
An elegant young woman occupied Sabrina’s assigned seat. She was dressed in lavish attire from head to toe-from an exquisite
hat and opulent mink coat to the jewelry and watch. They were all from prestigious luxury brands. Even her sunglasses hailed
from the Latest designer Label.
Sabrina double-checked her seat number to confirm it was hers, then politely addressed the woman. “Excuse me, miss. You’re
sitting in my spot.”
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The woman inclined her head, lifting her hand to remove her sunglasses.
“I know this is your seat. My seat is next to the aisle. I don’t wish to sit here. Shall we switch? Name your price.”
Sabrina arched her eyebrows, responding, “Sorry, but I’m not interested in switching seats.”
The woman eyed Sabrina’s bag and smiled scornfully. “Your bag is hardly worth fifty thousand dollars. How about I give you that
amount? The seats are priced the same, so you’d get fifty thousand dollars for nothing.”
Sabrina shook her bag in response, countering, “My bag cost just eight hundred dollars. I’ve already told you; I’m not switching
my seat.”
A look of disdain crossed the woman’s face.
She had met many such individuals before, who had worked hard and saved for years for a bit of travel, taking glamorous photos
to pretend they possessed wealth and beauty.
“So what will it take? Ten thousand?”
“I wouldn’t switch for any amount!” Sabrina declared firmly.

The woman’s expression hardened, her eyes darkening. “This is your last chance. Are you really going to pass up ten thousand
dollars?”
“She said no. Can’t you understand? Continue this, and I’1l call the flight attendant!” Bettie yelled at the woman, then turned to
Sabrina, complaining, “Can you believe her? Dressing all elegantly but behaving so rudely.”
The woman shot an angry glance at Bettie, snapping, “Who are you referring to? Who do you think is rude? It’s you who lacks
manners!”
Unfazed, Bettie placed her hands on her hips, boldly retorting, “I’m talking about you! You claim to be rich? Why are you in
economy, then?
Why not first class? Economy isn’t for rich people like you!”
“I am rich. You’ll never earn as much as me. Jealous? If my friend hadn’t made a mistake, do you think I’d be stuck here? I was
trying to be kind. If you refuse, so be it!” the woman spat, storming off to seek an upgrade,
Sabrina and Bettie settled into their seats.
“What a shameless person!” Bettie huffed.
“Just let her be. At least she’s gone, and we have more room,” Sabrina said, dismissing the matter.