How To Say I Love You--In French
Ella Mae Parker leaned her head against the cold plane window. Couldn't they just get to Paris already? It had to have been about 48 or more hours. She smoothed out her barely wrinkled pale pink Armani blouse and stood up abruptly. She wobbled from sudden dizzyness, but walked up to Mrs. Bert's row of seats diagonal from hers. "Hi, Mrs. Bert?" Ella poked her back. "..Wha...?" Mrs Bert mumbled, half-asleep. "Mrs. Bert! Wake up!" Ella shook her body until she sat up. "Oh, ok, what's going on?" Mrs. Bent wiped some dry drool from her mouth. "How much longer do we have to sit on the plane?" She asked. "We should be landing any second." Yawned Mrs. Bert, tapping the little TV screen on the back of the chair in front of her. "Yep. Landing now. Get in your seat, the pilot's gonna make the announcement." Ella waddled back to her seat, and squeezed past the old man she was sitting next to who just got back from the bathroom (and he left 30 minutes ago!). She buckled her seatbelt, and closed her eyes. She was in Paris! She couldn't stand to wait! All of the things they were gonna do...it was overwhelming. She took a deep breath. "Please fasten your seat belt, and prepare for landing....





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