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I am officially running behind schedule, and by the time I call for an uber and get to the Waldorf, Rosanna will already be walking down the aisle, and I’ll be on my way to the burning pits of hell for being so disorganized on the biggest day of my cousin's life.
Opening up my uber app, I quickly order a car while praying that my cousin has chosen today of all days to not be on time.
“I’m going to have to change in the backseat.” I sigh, looking over at the green garment bag.
My app says the car is six minutes away, so I climb out of my Mercedes, grab my things and head around the corner to wait for my ride,
The sight of the silver Prius pulling up to the curb has me sagging with relief, and I quickly climb into the back and shove a handful of twenties into the center console.
The driver tries to catch them and hand them back. “Ma’am, you’ve already paid?—”
“I’m running late to a wedding and need to change. This is to make sure you don’t creep on me in the mirror, got it?” I look into the rearview mirror, letting my fiery Italian side show, the side which often makes men run for the hills.
The driver’s eyes widen, but he nods.
“Eyes on the road, and we won’t have a problem.” I open up my garment bag and get to work.
As we pull up outside the Waldorf, I’m slipping on my gold sandals and scrambling to get out of the uber before it’s even come to a complete stop.
“Thanks for not being a creep!” I call over my shoulder as I dart across the sidewalk and head inside the hotel.
The wedding is being held on the private rooftop, so I make my way across the bustling lobby toward the elevators at the far end.
Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I glance up to notice the elevator doors on the left are open.
“Wait!” I cry as I note a tall man in a black suit step into the elevator. I bend down and slip off my gold heels, grabbing them in my right hand before breaking out into a run. “Hold it!”
The carpet is scratchy against my bare feet, and I’m suddenly aware that I’m in a backless dress with no bra, meaning my boobs are threatening to make an appearance, but I don’t care. I need to get on the elevator.
I throw my hand out and manage to stop the doors from completely closing.
They spring open, and I step inside, nothing short of fuming as I glance to the dark-haired stranger leaning against the back wall.
“What the hell?” My breathing is coming in heavy pants as I bend down to slip my shoes back on.
Even in my heels, he still towers over me, and is just as broad, his arms practically bursting out of his jacket sleeves.
If I wasn’t so exhausted or pissed off, I might have taken a second to admire him.
“Sorry, I’m in a hurry.” He shrugs those delicious shoulders.
His voice is gruff like sandpaper, and a shiver runs down my spine as he finally looks down at me with an eyebrow lifted. His perfectly styled hair is a deep rich brown, a perfect mirror to the eyes that are boring into me with such intensity that, for a moment, I forget why I’m annoyed.
“Obviously, so am I,” I huff, folding my arms across my chest and looking away before my cheeks have a chance to turn beetroot.
I lean forward and press the button for the rooftop terrace, despite it already being lit.
“You’re here for the wedding, I assume?”
I nod, keeping my eyes forward, though I can feel his stare burning into my skin.
“Bride or groom?”
“Bride,” I mutter, still annoyed. “You?”
“Groom.” I can’t help but glance back up at him, and he grins, a dimple appearing in his right cheek, softening his stone-like features.
He leans against the wall of the elevator and looks at me with a smirk. “Maybe later you’ll let me buy you a drink?”
