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“Not yet. I suggest you sit down while you wait for the news. It might take a while.”
I bit my lip. “Is there any way I can hang this dress somewhere?”
“Why don’t you pack it in the bag?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I would rather stand on my feet the whole flight and just put the dress on my seat rather than pack it in my bag.
“It'll get all crumpled. It's very difficult to iron or steam. It's for my sister's wedding."
She looked up at me, giving me a conspiratorial smile. My stomach soared.
“Give it here. I’ll hang it along with our coats. Just don’t forget to request it before boarding.”
“Thank you so much.”
After handing her the dress, I sighed and messaged my sister.
Hannah: The flight will be delayed, but hopefully not too long.
Blair: That sucks. But Josh says he can get you a voucher for the lounge. He’s got lots of miles or something.
Hannah: That would be amazing. Thank you!
As I looked for the signs directing me to the lounge, my phone beeped with yet another message.
Blair: His assistant is fast.
She’d sent me the voucher already.
I found the lounge quickly. It was extremely crowded inside, but that was to be expected considering how many flights they canceled.
As they scanned my voucher, an airport attendant was going around holding a tray with cups filled with water. I took one,thanking her, and immediately sipped from the cup. It was helping me cool down. The past few weeks had been like a rat race, and I knew that after the wedding, I'd have to pick up right where I left off.
Relax, Hannah. Your problems will be waiting for you when you get back. Now just enjoy your sister's wedding.
Opening my eyes, I turned around, looking at the seats. There was a single one free, next to a hot-as-hell guy who looked a bit familiar. I was sure I’d seen him at my gate. I hurried toward him, not wanting to risk anyone else snapping up the spot.
As I approached him, I realized he was talking to the airport attendant with the water tray. "This is unacceptable," he said.
"We are terribly sorry, Mr. Sterling. We’re trying our best."
"I need a better solution, so talk to whoever you need to in order to make it happen."
Well, hello, grump.His temper didn’t seem quite as attractive as the rest of the package.
She pursed her lips together. "Listen, I’m sorry but I don't have any control over lost luggage.”
Oh, they’d lost his luggage. If that was me, I'd probably be upset, too, though I would never speak to someone like that. I wondered why there was an airport attendant in the lounge at all, serving drinks. Maybe the waitstaff was overwhelmed by the sheer number of passengers here and could use the help.
“I promise we’ll track your luggage as soon as possible. Once we do, we’ll deliver it to you no matter where you are.”
I glanced around, but there truly was no other place to sit, so once the airport attendant left, I went right to the chair.
Up close, he looked furious. Anger was etched in every line on his face. His eyes were dark green and completely gorgeous, even though he was obviously pissed. I peeked at the rest of him. His tailored suit fit him perfectly. Perhaps he thought beingdrop-dead gorgeous gave him the right to treat others as if they were beneath him.
He huffed, and I startled, nearly dropping my cup.
"Watch it," he said.