Funny how one lie can spiral . . .One thing about me: I HATE flying. It’s my worst nightmare. That's why I book seat 2A every time I fly. Since my big win I've been booking seats 2B and 2C as well. They're my comfort seats they cushion the claustrophobia and at last I can afford them. I am now determined to live the life of luxury. I deserve it after all. How to Live Like a Millionaire is the book I’m reading on this flight. When it lands on the floor a handsome guy hands it back to me. I know he clocks the title because he's totally charming and talks to me as if I’m one of the Marbella Millionaire set. When I land in sunny Spain I'll be acting like a millionairess that's for sure - even if it's stretching the truth just a bit. We all know that money talks and I intend to talk my way into a better life. Who knows . . . maybe this guy the one who had the cheek to sit down in seat 2C might be someone special. He has an air of danger but who cares?
