~ SIENNA ~
I can’t believe I dared to complain about the crowd at the Boston airport, forgetting that New York’s took the cake. People were everywhere around — some loitering as if the airport was their house, others moving like they were on the run.
The loud voice repeating announcements over the speakers grew fainter as I strolled out of the arrivals terminal into the pickup zone, my eyes searching for the chauffeur Dad had promised would be waiting to take me home.
I found him easily.
Maybe because he was holding up a placard that spelt my full name like I was a keynote speaker for one of those life-changing conferences. I chuckled at how dramatic my father could be.
The chauffeur rushed over and relieved me of my luggage, throwing them into the trunk while I slipped into the bac
