The manager shook his head and pointed to the screen of his tablet.
“The primary reservation holder has canceled everything, and the seaplane will not be departing today,” the man explained.
He looked at the group and added that if they wished to rebook, it would require an immediate payment of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Margot turned pale as she looked at the pilot, who was already starting to unload the luggage.
“Caleb, darling, just pay the man so we can get going, because I am sure Lydia is just doing this for attention,” she snapped.
Caleb pulled out his platinum card with a grand, sweeping gesture and handed it to the manager.
The man swiped the card once, then twice, before handing it back with a sympathetic look.
“I am sorry, but this card has been declined by the issuing bank,” the manager informed him.
Tessa immediately let go of Caleb’s arm and took a small step away from him.
“What do you mean it was declined, Caleb, is there a problem with the account?” she asked, her voice losing its sweetness.
Caleb looked around wildly until his eyes landed on me standing by my black SUV with the door already open.