As the plane began its descent into New York City, Sophia felt a mix of excitement and nerves. She had never been to America before, and everything about this new chapter of her life felt daunting.
Rachel, who had been working on her laptop, closed the lid and smiled at Sophia. "We're almost there, Princess. My boss – your uncle – will be waiting for us at the airport."
Sophia nodded, feeling a sense of relief. She had never met her uncle in person, but she had heard great things about him. She was grateful that he had agreed to take her in and help her start a new life.
As the plane touched down on the runway, Sophia felt a sense of excitement build within her. She was finally here, in America, and ready to start her new life.
As they entered the terminal, Sophia was immediately struck by the sheer number of people rushing to and fro. The sound of announcements and chatter filled the air, and Sophia's eyes widened as she took in the sights and sounds.
But what really caught her attention was the way people were staring at her. Everywhere she looked, people were turning to gawk at her, their faces filled with confusion and curiosity. Sophia's eyes widened in surprise as she wondered what was going on.
Rachel seemed to sense Sophia's confusion and chuckled to herself. She knew that Sophia's traditional village attire might attract some attention.
As they walked through the terminal, Sophia's dress drew even more stares. The bright colors and intricate patterns of her village dress stood out starkly amidst the sea of Western clothing. People couldn't help but do double takes as Sophia walked by, her long black hair tied up in a neat bun, adorned with a few strategically placed hairpins.
The dress itself was a vibrant orange and yellow ensemble, complete with intricate embroidery and colorful beads. Sophia's outfit was finished off with a pair of worn leather sandals, which added to the overall village girl look.
Rachel could see the confusion on Sophia's face and tried to stifle a grin. "My boss would be here soon to pick us up, but for now, we have to wait," Rachel said, trying to distract Sophia from the stares.
Sophia nodded, still wondering what was going on. As they continued to walk, Sophia's annoyance and nervousness grew. She couldn't understand why everyone was staring at her.
They walked for what felt like an eternity, Sophia's eyes scanning the terminal for a place to sit. But every chair and bench seemed to be taken, and Sophia was starting to feel like she was going to collapse from exhaustion.
Suddenly, Sophia turned to Rachel, her voice low and frustrated. "Why is everyone staring at me?" Sophia asked, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
Rachel's grin finally broke through, and she chuckled. "Um, Princess, I think they're just jealous of your dress," Rachel said, trying to play it cool.
Sophia's eyes narrowed, and she looked down at her dress. That's when it hit her – she was a village girl in a sea of Westerners. Her traditional attire was definitely drawing attention.
"Ahh," Sophia said quietly, her face flushing with embarrassment.