Moments later, a gate supervisor—a tall man with an air of authority—strode over.
“There’s an issue with your booking,” he said curtly. “You’ll need to leave the boarding area.”
Mara blinked in disbelief. “But… we haven’t boarded.”
“It’s standard procedure,” he said sharply. “Move along.”
Passengers stared. Some whispered. Others shook their heads.
And the twins—embarrassed, confused, and suddenly painfully aware of every glance—were led away like troublemakers.
They stood near a row of large windows overlooking the tarmac, trying not to cry.
“Mara… did we do something wrong?” Elise whispered.
“No,” Mara said—though her voice trembled. “But they think we did.”
