Rose

“Excuse me, ma’am, but I think you might be sitting in the wrong seat.”

I glance up at the flight attendant—a blonde lady with red-lipstick, strong rogue on her cheeks, and blonde hair put up in a neat bun. She is wearing high heels and a smile despite clearly thinking I’m sitting in the wrong seat.

I smile right back at her. “No, this is definitely my seat.”

“Are you certain?” she asks. “Because this is a first-class seat reserved for Mr. Giovanni and his ...