It was 3:30 pm already, the long-awaited time. Their bags had been taken to the Sky Lounge. Bernard was in the data chamber getting weather information as requested by the pilot who went down to the skyport to get all the paperwork at dispatch and the overflight and landing permit. The crew and operations crew were already in the Sky Lounge arranging the flight.
Brandon was in his chamber taking a nap after a long, stressful day with the crew members. Mrs. Thompson and the maids were in Emma's bedchamber, dressing her up. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She couldn't believe she was staring at the same Emma who was as wretched as a church mouse a few moons ago.
"Naomi, see who that is," she said when the doorbell chimed.
Naomi hurried out. A moment later, she returned carrying a golden bag.
Her shoulders drooped as she stepped into the closet. She had been down all day after Emma crossed her name off the list of staff traveling with them.
