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CELINE
Theflightwasdelayed,and I was late. Ihatedbeing late. It wasn’t good form… and it wasn’t my fault.
In any other situation it would have been fine, except that I’d arranged to go straight from the airport to the wedding. I’d had to fly commercial because Daddy hadn’t wanted me to use the private jet.
Whatever.
Luckily they allowed first class to disembark first, so I didn’t have to wait for the commoners to make their way out first. I hurried to the baggage conveyor belt, found my suitcase, and made a run for it to the terminal.
“Out of the way, out of the way,” I muttered. When a woman with two toddlers wouldn’t move, I had to hurry around them.
Women with toddlers had a lot on their plate, I got it.
The black limo that was organized was waiting outside for me; the driver stood next to it with his hands folded in front of him.
“There you are,” I said.
“Can I load your bags, miss?”
“Yeah, but wait.”
I kneeled and unzipped the bag, throwing back the lid. I yanked out the sequined gold dress I’d planned to wear, strappy heels, and my jewelry pouch. The driver raised his eyebrows.
“Zip this up and get it in the trunk, and don’t look when you get in the car,” I said.
The driver nodded and did as I asked while I got into the leather seats of the car.
Thank God for Noah sending a limo and not just one of his fancy Mercs—I had more than enough space to get dressed in here.
I pulled my top over my head, kicked off my jeans, and wriggled into the gold dress.
This wasn’t how I’d wanted to get ready for the wedding, but don’t let it be said that I didn’t make shit happen in a pinch.
The driver got behind the wheel, and I wound down the window between us.
“You know where the hotel is, right?”
“Of course, ma’am.”
“Good man.” At least this one was on the ball. I wasn’t going to be able to fire him halfway if he wasn’t.
The limo pulled into LA traffic, and the sun beat down from above. I put diamond earrings into my ears, leaning toward the window to look out. It was a bright sunshine day—I hadn’t seen one of these in months. Seattle had been drenched in rain for as long as I could remember.
I grinned. The dress had been the perfect choice.
I put on makeup while the limo slid through the streets of LA, heading toward the Emerald Court Hotel. When the limo stopped in front of the hotel, it was at the same time as another limo pulled up.
I got out of the limo at the same time as the bride got out of hers.
“Oh,” I said. “Uh… hi.”
Two bridesmaids I didn’t know climbed out of the limo and fussed with the bride’s dress before they climbed out.
“Oh, thank God,” I breathed.
“Celine?” Ava asked, hurrying to me. “You made it.”