The black wheels spun uselessly in the air before he managed to heave it onto the cart.

Vanessa was already pulling my two smaller leather bags onto the carpeted platform.

Kendra and Megan pulled up in a red compact car a minute later.

Megan popped her trunk and crossed her arms.

“This parking lot is a nightmare,” Megan said.

“I’m not carrying my own bags up four flights of stairs.”

“We have bellhops for that,” Vanessa said.

Kendra played with the ends of her blonde hair and nodded.