“Worst day ever! Are you seriously making me sit here?” Louis snapped at the stewardess, eyeing Debbie Brown and her three kids settling into the seats beside him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “Mrs. Brown and her children were assigned these seats.”

“This is business class, not a daycare,” Louis muttered.

Debbie offered to move, but the stewardess shook her head. “You paid for these seats. You’re staying.”

Louis scoffed, annoyed at their laughter mid-flight. “Keep them quiet,” he hissed to Debbie. “I’m working.”

She apologized softly.

Later, noticing his design guide, Debbie asked, “Are you in fashion?”

“I own a fashion company,” he replied smugly. “We just closed a million-dollar deal. Your little boutique wouldn’t compare. Honestly, you don’t even look like you belong in business class.”

Debbie stayed calm. “My husband is onboard, actually—”

The pilot interrupted over the intercom. “Special thanks to my wife, Debbie Brown. After months of unemployment, today’s my first flight back—and our anniversary.”

He emerged, knelt with a ring, and proposed.

Applause erupted.

As they deplaned, Debbie turned to Louis. “We may live simply—but we’re proud. That’s something your money can’t buy.”

Louis had no reply.