One last dance
She turned to Belle and I could see the confusion on her face as to what she should do about the magazine covering Belle's face.
I collected another glass from her and waved her along. When she was gone, I nudged Belle's arm, stretching the glass towards her.
"No, thank you." She said, burying back her face in the magazine.
I had had enough. Glancing over at the rest in the plane and seeing that no one was paying attention to us, I snatched the magazine from Belle's hands.
She opened her mouth to scream at me but thought better about it because of the audience.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked me.