"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm sorry to disturb you. We noticed you didn't eat your meal. Was there something wrong with it?" the flight attendant asked gently.
"Oh, no," Emma Hart replied quickly, shaking her head. It was just her personal issue.
The flight attendant handed her the milk with a warm smile. "We prepared this warm milk especially for you. If you're not feeling well, please have some milk to warm your stomach."
With the attendant's kind offer, Emma Hart had no choice but to accept. She thanked her and took the milk.
Emma Hart glanced at Damien Sterling; this man was ignoring her. Fine, if he didn't care, neither would she. She turned her attention to the steaming cup of milk on her small table, its sweet aroma wafting up. Despite her anger, she couldn't neglect her hunger. Emma downed the milk in a few gulps and called the flight attendant to bring her lunch.
