The morning of landing in Paris was somewhat startling to say the least. When her brown eyes blinked away the sleep, she couldn't help but inhale sharply upon seeing an angular jaw, nice nose, chisel cheeks, and plucked brows. The recycled air buzzed throughout the airline, and the shuffling of feet waiting to use the bathroom were all background noise for the barely awake woman. Although she had seen them almost everyday for the last five years - she had never seen them relaxed and asleep like this. The smiling eyes that always looked at her with warmth were closed and twitching slightly. He was handsome - Lucy had always known as she laid on her side, staring at the man before her. And yet he seemed impossible like a dream that she could never have.

She understood the heated looks he would often give her when she was looking and not looking. The subtle words he would often say to her, but Lucy was cruel by nature. After all, she wasn't rich like him, and only the rich could love one and another. The staring woman supposed that they were fascinated by one and another. He was sweet. She was not a princess. 

And as Lucy looked inside of herself, and looked at the sleeping man beside her. Lucy turned onto her back to stare at the airplane ceiling. After staring at the ceiling, Lucy turned to her side, but she was no longer facing him. Did she love him?

Yes, determined Lucy. She did love him, but did she love him romantically? Perhaps not. Perhaps she did, but Lucy had already given up. Feelings were bound to fade away, and would he really love her and her mother when she was no longer pretty and able?

No, determined Lucy. No one like Ryan, with an established family and background, would love an unknown girl with a single mother and dead father. Ah, mused Lucy. What had the people in Fresno said? She squeezed her eyes to try to remember the words. What were the words?

Orphan. 

That's right - she was considered an orphan even though her mother was alive, but her father's side of the family did not want anything to do with them. Her mother's side of the family also did not want anything to do with them.

It's okay, Lucy thought. Thinking back on her mirthless youth misted her eyes and they were becoming glassy. She wouldn't cry anymore because she did more than those people. 

Lucy sniffled uglily and hid her face under the airplane provided blanket. She needed more sleep.

The woman had woken up refreshed after a twenty minute nap. Slightly happier with herself, she turned to the side where Ryan was and noticed that he was up and dressed. He looked at her with warm eyes and bid her a good morning. 

"We are landing soon," he said.

Lucy nodded and then looked down at herself. She was in a t-shirt and some sweat pants. Should she change? 

Lucy rolled out of the airplane bed and reached up above her and looked through her carry-on. Grabbing a day dress and her toothbrush and make-up bag, Lucy placed her make-up bag on her bed-chair and then made a beeline to the empty bathroom stall in first class.

In many ways, the trip was just another day for Lucy. She had slept more comfortably than she would have in a non-converted seat – Lucy knew she would have been awake the entire twelve hour flight. Lucy, like many people, did not like sleep deprivation. In fact, the woman often described herself as B.I.T.C.H. when she did not get enough rest. The thought alone sent her shivering.

Bitter. Insecure. Touchy. Combative.  Hateful.

Not a single soul deserved to see that side of Lucy. And now she knew why majority of rich people would often travel in First-Class. It was a simple fact, and Lucy enjoyed every second of her luxury. A gift was a gift, and although Lucy thought of herself as someone selfish perhaps she needed to be more selfless.

Lucy closed and locked the bathroom door behind her, and she lifted her shirt over her head. Her thumb hooked under the elastic part of the pants and then she dragged them down her legs as she proceeded to step out of her sweat pants with her sneakers on. Dressed in her bra and panties, Lucy slipped the day dress on easily and took a good look at herself as she put tooth paste onto the bristles of her toothbrush.

As she brushed her teeth, Lucy came to the conclusion that she needed to set everything straight with Ryan. She needed to stop leading him on and be honest with him and her. She needed to tell him how she really felt. She needed to stop being such a bad bitch. She needed to look him in the eye and say, "Ryan, thank you for you feelings. But I can never love you that way."

She rinsed her mouth as words of encouragement flooded her head. Unlocking the stall, Lucy made her way to her seat and then sat on the chair stiffly as she opened her compact mirror. Ryan looked her way curiously as if saying, "What's wrong?"

Squeezing out the expensive lotion out of the bottle, Lucy began moisturizing. She then said, "Ryan..."

"Yes?" he answered, looking at his phone while sipping the tea he had requested from the flight attendant.

"I think," began Lucy. Her heart began racing and her stomach was fluttering with butterflies and doing somersaults. Was the airplane getting hot, or was it her? She put down her foundation cream and looked at him. 

Lucy's dark brown eyes stared deep into Ryan's eyes and she saw herself reflected in them. Her heart began beating faster and faster as she said, "I.. I.."

"What's wrong?"

Why was this so awkward? Oh yes, Lucy thought. This was going to become so awkward if she rejected him right now on the airplane! Yes, she would set things straight when they got to their hotel.

She smiled at him professionally and said, "I think Paris is going to be so fun! Beautiful! Thank you so much for inviting me!"

What was she saying?!

Why was she such a terrible person?

He blinked once, twice, and then smiled brightly at her and said, "I couldn't have imagined another person with me."

If there was a hell, Lucy was definitely a good candidate for going.