Angela smiled. “Yes, champagne, please.”

Rebecca hesitated. Her training was clear: every first-class passenger could have champagne. Yet, for reasons she didn’t examine, she said, “I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t serve champagne right now. Water or juice?”

Angela blinked. “Excuse me? I asked for champagne. Is there a problem?”

Rebecca avoided her gaze. “It’s not available at the moment.” But on her cart, the bottles gleamed.