On the flight home, Luna froze in her seat like a statue; it didn't mean that she used to talk a lot but the message she received at the Silver Cave about the mafia boss's demise daunted her because she forfeited her opportunity to discover the cause of her father's death.
Danish, who noticed the change in her behavior, didn't comment anything as he thought that she might not be comfortable with Ana and his mother around them, however, he could not blame his mother for her dislike of Luna; she just wanted to unite him with Ana, the one she thought he loved.
"Would you like something to drink, Ms.?" The flight attendant, with a trolley of food and drinks striding down the aisle and offering the passengers snacks and beverages, broke Luna's reverie. That woman's voice beside her turned her head to her in startle.
"No…yes," With the crease on her forehead, that woman clarified her words.
"So, Yes or no, Ms?"
