She wore a bright yellow sundress that caught the afternoon light.

“Honey, let me get those heavy bags,” Vanessa said.

She touched the young valet on the arm and directed him to the open trunk.

Ethan walked over and kissed my cheek.

He looked exhausted.

“Look, traffic on the bridge was backed up for miles,” Ethan said.

He checked his watch and waved for a second brass luggage cart.

He grabbed the largest suitcase and almost dropped it on his own foot.