SOPHIA'S POV
The shame filled forty seconds walk finally ended with me back on my seat as the captain announced that the flight would soon come to an end. After about a few more minutes, the plane descended from the sky into the landing area of the airport, welcoming my gaze to the beauty city of Paris.
The flight hostesses were kind enough to direct me out of the plane and into the huge airport where Damien walked besides me, with Annabelle strolling closely behind. At first I didn't really see the need for such pretense but when I saw the placard with the name, "Sophia and Damien Smith" plastered across it, I knew intuitively that Mr Smith must have arranged for an assistant of some sort to probably make our trip less stressful and more enjoyable; and to probably keep a close eye on Damien.
