Dear Lando - Book Two

𝟹𝟼 ♡ The Other Woman

The Other Woman By Lana Del Rey

Sunday morning sunlight streamed through the windows as Lana hurriedly finished packing her things, her eyes occasionally darting to the clock. It was almost time for her to leave for Las Vegas, and her mind was already running through everything she needed to get done before catching her flight.

Due to several meetings and photoshoots, Lana had to stay behind, missing the initial days of the Las Vegas Grand Prix. However, she had managed to rearrange some of her commitments, planning to surprise Lando by attending the race. The past few days had been so wonderful between them that she wanted to be there, supporting McLaren and showing Lando that he mattered to her more than just as an obligation.

Just as she zipped up her bag, a knock sounded at the front door. Lana frowned slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion. Who would be stopping by now, on a Sunday morning, when Lando was already halfway across the world?

She hesitated, glancing around the empty apartment before heading toward the door. When she swung it open, she was met by the sight of a young blonde woman standing on the doorstep, her perfectly done-up face a little too bright, her smile feeling almost plastered on.

"Uh... can I help you?" Lana asked, her confusion deepening. She took in the woman's appearance—fancy clothes, not exactly dressed like someone who was lost or delivering a package.

The blonde woman fluttered her lashes in what seemed like an exaggerated fashion, her voice adopting an almost saccharine tone as she responded, "Is Lando here?"

Lana's eyes narrowed, her posture shifting as she crossed her arms over her chest, immediately not liking where this was going. "No, he's not," she replied curtly, her tone clipped. "Again, can I help you with something?"

The woman's demeanor shifted, her fake smile not faltering, but her eyes betraying her intent. "Well," she started, her gaze flicking toward the inside of the apartment, "I, um, forgot something here a couple of weeks ago. I just wanted to grab it real quick." She tried to push her way past Lana, taking a step forward, but Lana instantly moved to block her.

Realization hit Lana like a ton of bricks as soon as she registered what the girl had said to her. Her eyes widened, and she could feel her jaw clench. This was her. The owner of the pink cowgirl hat. The secretive text messages. The girl who had shown up at the airport, causing Lando all kinds of stress. It all clicked into place in an instant, and a storm of emotions—anger, disbelief, annoyance—surged through her.

Wanting to put a name to all this drama, Lana asked, "Who are you?" 

The woman looked Lana up and down with a half-smirk, her eyes briefly flicking to the side before she responded in a tone that held no real apology. "Oh, I guess he didn't mention me, huh? Well, I just need my hat. The pink one. You know the one."

Lana let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Oh, the pink hat?" She cocked her head slightly, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I've been meaning to get rid of that old thing."

Without waiting for a response, Lana spun on her heel, marching toward the living room. She snatched the pink cowgirl hat off the chair, her fingers tightening around the brim. The blonde girl watched her, her expression faltering as she realized she had miscalculated.

Lana turned back to the door, the hat in hand, her expression icy. "I guess you're just not important enough to be mentioned," Lana said, her voice laced with a cold, biting edge, as she handed the hat over. "Here," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as she thrust the hat toward the blonde, who reluctantly took it from her grasp.

The girl opened her mouth, looking like she was about to say something, but Lana didn't give her the chance. With one swift motion, she slammed the door shut, the resounding thud echoing through the quiet apartment.

Lana stood there for a moment, her hand still on the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she tried to shake off the anger simmering beneath the surface.

What the hell was that about?

She shook her head, muttering under her breath, "The audacity..."

Lana glanced at her watch, realizing she still had a flight to catch and no time to dwell on the situation. She picked up her bag, grabbing her passport and boarding pass, her mind still buzzing as she made her way out of the apartment. One thing was for sure—she sure as hell had a lot to talk about with Lando, and it wasn't going to wait until he was back in Monaco.