The scene seemed almost surreal, as if time had decided to pause just for this moment. Stunned silence enveloped the terminal, punctuated only by the murmur of distant announcements and the soft hum of airport machinery. My father and Laya were statues, their previous smugness replaced by confusion and disbelief. The very ground seemed to shift beneath them, as though the polished tiles reflected not just their surprise, but the unraveling of their assumptions.
My step-sister’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Her usual air of superiority crumbled, replaced by an awkward uncertainty that made her designer heels seem ill-equipped to hold her stance. My father, on the other hand, was caught in a rare moment of speechlessness, his mind clearly grappling to reconcile this unexpected twist with his preconceptions.
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