After a while waiting for Mr Jonathan's arrival.
Sophia and Rachel noticed a commotion at the gate across from them. A man, dressed in a suit and tie, was frantically trying to get the attention of the gate agent.
"I'm telling you, I had a ticket!" the man exclaimed, waving his arms wildly. "I must have dropped it somewhere!"
The gate agent, a calm and collected woman, replied, "Sir, I've checked the system, and you don't have a reservation. Maybe you should check with the airline's customer service?"
The man huffed and puffed, insisting that he had indeed booked a ticket. Sophia and Rachel watched in amusement as the man's antics became more and more absurd.
At one point, he even dropped to his knees, pleading with the gate agent to let him on the plane. Sophia and Rachel couldn't help but burst out laughing at the spectacle.
"I guess some people just can't handle flying," Sophia whispered to rachel, chuckling.
Rachel nodded, giggling. "I think that guy needs a ticket to Chillville instead of his destination!"
As they continued to watch the commotion, Sophia and Rachel heard the gate agent say, "Sir, I'm going to have to call security if you don't calm down."
The man, still refusing to give up, started doing a weird dance, waving his arms and shouting, "I'm a VIP! I demand to be let on this plane!"
Sophia and Rachel were laughing so hard they had to hold their stomachs. "This guy is something else," Rachel whispered, wiping tears from her eyes.
Just then, airport security arrived and gently escorted the man away. As they walked off, the man turned back to the gate agent and shouted, "This isn't over! I'll be back... with my ticket!"
Sophia and Rachel burst out laughing again, holding their sides in pain. "I think we just witnessed a masterpiece of airport drama," Rachel chuckled.
Sophia grinned, still laughing. "Definitely one for the books!"
As they waited, Sophia couldn't help but feel more comfortable coming to America than marrying one of those princes back in her village. The thought of starting a new life, free from the expectations of royal life, was exhilarating.
Meanwhile, as they were still seated, waiting for Mr. Jonathan's arrival, a group of men walked closer to them. Both Sophia and Rachel looked up to see four imposing figures standing in front of them, dressed in identical black suits. They looked like bodyguards, their faces stern and unyielding.
Sophia was shocked by the men's sudden approach and wondered if this was her uncle's escort. She didn't know much about him, but these men seemed to be waiting for something... or someone.
Sophia turned slightly to Rachel and whispered in her ear, "Are these the people we're waiting for?" Rachel nodded slightly, her expression a mixture of confusion and caution.
Rachel's mind was racing. Her boss, Mr. Jonathan, had told her he would be arriving soon, but it was possible he couldn't make it. Maybe he had sent these men to escort them instead? But if that was the case, wouldn't they have recognized her as Mr. Jonathan's personal secretary?
After a moment of hesitation, with the men still standing silently in front of them, Rachel spoke up. "How may we help you?" she asked, trying to sound confident.
The men didn't even flinch, let alone respond. Sophia let out a soft sigh, starting to feel anxious. She could see the uncertainty in Rachel's eyes, and it was clear that Rachel didn't know these people either.
The silence between them grew thicker, and Sophia's unease turned to alarm. Who were these men, and what did they want?