Chapter 4 - Sorry, Not Sorry

*Karol Blue Wolfe's POV*

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With a priceless shocked face, Danielle hastily stood up when the glass I poured wine into tipped off as I lost balance when someone purposely nudged me.

"Damn, what the f*ck! Elle, are you okay? What the hell did you do!" Erwin let out, and I was so sure he intentionally bumped into me to cause this mess. Now, I really want to break this bottle on my hold at his ugly face.

"Uh, let me... Wipe. Here. I am... It was an accident. He bumped into me." I stuttered while I got the hand towel from my cart and began wiping her left arm. Then I noticed that everyone's attention was on us.

"Oh, so you are saying it's my fault? Huh?" The dude angrily said, and I let out a heavy breath, knowing how will this go.

"I said it was an accident. So, it's no one's fault." I replied, with all the patience I had in my body, and the woman gestured to me to stop wiping her since I couldn't do anything about it now. Her dress was messed up as well as her joyful mood. 

"Yeah? But you are saying I bumped into you. And that sounds like you are blaming me." He continued contending, and I began cleaning the mess on the table while the superstar said nothing. Is she angry? Good.

"Well, Sir, I didn't say you intentionally bumped into me. I was just stating what had happened that caused the accident." I explained and turned my head to look at the woman when she finally spoke, "And you are not going to apologize?" 

I think lightning struck on my head, hearing her words, and I can't help but sarcastically chuckle.

"Apologize? To you? No. It's such a profound word, Danielle Rory. And I shouldn't be the one saying such or explaining things about whys because I wasn't the one who messed things up between us. Have a great evening, and try remembering things about where you came from." I was quite shocked that I had voiced it out, and she was all puzzled about my response, yet I am standing my ground. I wasn't the one who left her and forgot about everything, and now she acts like she doesn't know me at all.

I looked at the guy who let out a scoff, and I noticed how Celestine looked at me with mixed emotions. And James has been pretty surprised with what has been happening. Well, me, too. It wasn't my intention to spill some wine on her. But the words I said? They just came out.

"You know what? You should be fired. Everyone, have you witnessed what happened here and how this stewardess treats us? She seems like she doesn't know who we are. How unprofessional of her! And I wonder how the company acquaints you with your job. This is bullish*t. You are getting fired." Erwin arrogantly asserted, and James stood up to say something. I actually don't give a f*ck whoever he is, or whoever these people are. All of them are passengers and humans. I treat no one special in particular.

"Would you take a moment and relax, all of you? You, Erwin, take a seat and watch your words. The attendant did just great with us since we boarded, and I wouldn't be requesting her to be here to assist if she isn't good with her job. And, KB, girl, it's an accident, and we understand. As for you, Elle...you better change your outfit now. All good? No one is getting fired, and let's just enjoy this night. Okay?" James mediated, and I couldn't be more thankful for him being so nice.

Before I left to head back to the crews' quarter to keep these things I messed up, I took a final glance at the blonde and rolled my eyes at her. Yes, b*tch, I'm your number one hater. And I am sorry that I am not sorry.

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"What the hell was that, Blue? You are such a savage, girl. Why say that? You are a top-tier hater. Elle Rory? Woof, Wolfe! I bow down to you, b*tch." Celestine let out while sounding so thunderstruck with my attitude towards the famous woman, and I just shrugged my shoulders in response. 

"Well... I... I couldn't stop it. Damn, I'm so sure this flight will bring me to hell. I guess I better pack my bags when we get back." I replied jokingly and reflected on what had just happened out there.

I know that there could be consequences with all this, but I couldn't care less. Too much for trying my best to avoid her on this flight, it still bounced back. But I am sure she did it on purpose to call me while my colleague was busy. Hmm, sneaky Rory. But damn, if I get fired because of her a**hole boyfriend rattling shits, I wouldn't let her get away with it.

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It's eleven in the evening, and all the passengers have settled in their quarters; James, Lucy, and Camille are in one room while the b*tch and the jerk are on the other. 

I went to the cabin to clean and arrange everything as Celestine dealt with the galley, and later, I'd check the lavatory.

While wiping one of the tables, I was startled when I heard voices boomed and found out it was Danielle's.

"No, you can't do anything about it now, Erwin! You absolutely know what was written on the f*cking contract, and f*cking is not part of this bullish*t thing between us, not even kissing and touching when in private. You breached the agreement and were over. Period." The woman blurted out while heading to the couches on the left and sat there, and the topless guy was following behind her. Hmm, contract?

"I already said I was sorry, Elle. Let's just... Make it pass. It won't happen again. Please. But... Umm, I really like you and thought you might---" he argued, but she didn't let him finish, "What? Me to like you, too? No way in hell, and you better f*ck yourself, Devorah. Once we land, I'll tell my manager about this all. Good luck with my fans' bashing the hell out of you and your sick music."

Wow, she's mad.

And it seemed like someone's been horny but was turned down all the way to the roof. I guess this is what they are calling some PR's in celebrities' relationships. I never thought it was real, though.

While they kept arguing, I tried to keep my head low and minded my chore with the already clean table.

After a couple of shaming words from the woman, the guy finally surrendered and went back to their quarter, angry as hell, and slammed the door shut. Well, karma's a real b*tch. That's what you get when you try to be high and mighty and think everyone will like you. Also, maybe that's the payment she wants from him because of the wine that spilled on her.

And now, it's me, a clean cabin, and an upset lady. And no, I would never talk to her.

Instead of asking what I could help her with, which should be my job, I walked to go to the lavatory to clean some stuff in there and will finally take a rest after it.

When I was about to pass by her, she stood up and walked ahead of me, going to where I was heading. Well, I might have to wait forever until she is done with her business there.

I went to the galley to check on Celestine while waiting for the lavatory to be vacant.

"Hey, what was that commotion outside between the pop couple?" My colleague curiously asked me and stopped wiping some wine glasses to look at me and chat.

"I don't know—relationship problems, maybe," I answered unsurely, and she lightly nodded her head while wearing a knowing face.

"I heard they were just PR, Blue. Not a real romantic relationship, like, everything was just for a show and to gather more fans for both parties." She chatted and continued with her task, and I leaned on the counter, feeling so sleepy.

"It's their lives. They chose to have that kind of living; then, they pay the consequences. Life is just being fair, you know?" I replied and noticed she looked at my right hand that had been resting on the countertop. She must have seen something on one of my fingers.

"Hmm, yeah, of course. But hey, I never knew you were engaged, Blue. Who's the lucky girl? Why didn't you announce it to the crew?" She asked and went to look at the infinity ring on my ring finger closely, and I just let out a laugh.

"No. There is no one, Cele. I just wore it. And, it's not an engagement ring, more like a lucky charm. It's the only finger where it could fit. Well... It was from my... It's given to me by a particular person. Someone... Good to me. She was a grandma and died long ago." I looked at it and smiled as I remembered Miss Hoover. Damn that woman! I honestly missed her when she left us—all her rules, her spooky, witchy voice, her perfectly trimmed and dyed eyebrows, her blazing gaze that could send chills down your spine, all her rants, and everything superb about her.

I wish I could have been more polite and obedient when I was still under her care. Maybe I was one of the reasons why she got ill and died, but well... Of course, it was because of her old age. I was just one of the many insolent kids back in the day. Well, fine, I was the only one in the Hoover-Cole Orphanage who held the record of the highest attendance of being in the darkroom throughout its seventy-six years of existence. I'm a proud bad kid here. No, not that proud since those rules I broke before were mainly because I did it for someone and myself. So, it was doubled.

I just don't understand why she can't even remember me, or even just a sign that she does at some point. I don't think my face changed through the years. She mentioned before that she could recognize me even if she would just see my eyes or half of my face. But what happened now? Did the show industry change her that much to the point she forgot everything before she became famous? It sucks, you know? 

Well, this flight would be the only moment that I got to be this close to her after long years passed, and I guess this will be the last, too. And no, I wasn't hoping that she would talk to me about us being best friends before, and she would apologize or explain things like this and that. She doesn't even freaking recognize me. It will be just a big DUH.

While Celestine and I have been talking about strolling in places in Brazil when we land, the integrated call light at the lavatory turned on, and I presume the person there needs one of us here. And... The girl here emphasized the number of dishes she still needs to wipe dry.

Damn her! She was just chatting all the time and not letting her hands work while her mouth was busy. This will be one hell of an encounter with the superstar, then.

"Good lick, Blue. Luck, I mean. Good luck. Don't kill her, alright?" She taunted with a disturbing teasing grin plastered on her face, and I just rolled my eyes at her.

I finally went to the lavatory against my will and knocked to help whatever help this annoying woman wanted.

The door opened, and she was shocked to see me. Oh, do I look spooky enough to scare the sh*t out of her? Hmm. She better not have problems with her sh*t not flushed and such. Dang, now I remember accompanying her before whenever she went to the toilet because she was scared. And I just wouldn't mind seeing horrible things she disposes of, as long as she feels okay. But now... It's going to be... Nah, wish me luck.

"Hi! Uh... I... Have a problem. With the... Here. The soap is not working. I mean... The dispenser. I think it's broken. Or empty." She stammered and made way for me to get inside to check her concern.

Then I tried to look at the thing to find out what was wrong, but I was startled when she locked the door. 

Oh, no! What the heck is she planning to do to me?