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"Would you just try to enjoy the fact that you're going to a wedding in Rome," Liz said as she helped Cammie unload her luggage from the trunk of the car at the airport.
"Yeah for all of forty eight hours," Cammie muttered, "I'll barely have time to shake jet lag."
"It only takes a moment to get swept away," Liz said.
"Don't be ridiculous," Cammie said.
"If there was ever a place to get swept away, it's a wedding in Rome," Liz said as she waved goodbye to Cammie.
On the Plane:
Cammie walked down the aisle of the plane, checking her seat number before sitting down next to a little boy and his haggard looking mother. "What's your name," the little boy asked.
"My name's Cammie," Cammie said setting her carry on, on the floor.
"My name's Rusty," the little boy said.
"Nice to meet you Rusty," Cammie smiled as Rusty's mother pulled out a mini vodka bottle and took a swig.
"Are you going to Italy?" Rusty asked.
"Sure am," Cammie replied.
"Are you going to Italy?" Rusty asked again.
"Uh, yes, I am," Cammie answered again.
"Are you going to Italy?" Rusty asked a third time.
Cammie glanced over at Rusty's mother who had downed her first bottle of vodka and opened a second. "See you on the other side," the mother said downing her drink.
"Okay," Cammie said pulling out her blackberry. She began to furiously type away as Rusty leaned over to see what she was doing. Cammie glanceed at him and scooted away but he leaned closer and suddenly coughed, sending germs and bacteria towards Cammie.
"You know, you should really cover your mouth when you cough," Cammie said turning back to her blackberry. Rusty started to cough again and quickly covered his mouth. As he covered his mouth snot sprayed out of his nose landing all over Cammie's blackberry. "Better," Cammie grimaces pulling out a tissue to wipe off her blackberry screen.
"Wanna play I spy?" Rusty asked rather loudly.
"Not really," Cammie answered.
"I spy…a blanket," Rusty shouted.
"What?" Cammie asked confused.
"I spy a lady! I spy a toilet! I spy a lady coming out of the toilet!" he continued to yell. Cammie glances over to Rusty's mom but she's out cold.
"Great," she sighed slouching in her seat.
Rome Airport:
Cammie pushed her way through the Italian airport, finally making it outside. She whistled and yelled "Taxi" as a line of cabs appeared. She picked up her luggage stepped into one as the winning cab driver grabbed her bags from her and put them in the trunk.
"First time in a Roma?" the cab driver asked once they were in route.
"Uh huh," Cammie mumbled.
"How long you stay eh?" he asks.
"Forty eight hours and counting," Cammie said as she whipped out her blackberry and began to tap out an email.
"Que fah? That's no time at all," the cab driver said shaking his head.
"Welcome to my life," Cammie sighed not looking up from her blackberry.
"Then you must start now," he said.
"Uh huh," Cammie mumbled again.
"Signora?" the cab driver said.
Cammie looked up as the cab passed the Colosseum. Tourists surround the street taking photographs, Italians dressed elegantly drinking cappuccinos in local Italian cafés and elegant, tall sculptures and fountains flew by the window and for once, Cammie was speechless.
The cab driver smiled at her reaction, "Welcome to a Roma signora."
20 minutes later:
Cammie burst through the church doors, suitcases in tow with the rehearsal already in progress.
"Cammie! There you are!" Cammie's mother exclaimed.
"Sis! I was getting worried!" Bex said as she hugged her sister.
"My, you look awful," Cammie's mother said looking at her daughter's appearance.
"She looks fine mother," Bex said shooting her mother a look and then turned to her sister, "So what happened?"
"Oh nothing much," Cammie said, "Just turbulence, emergency landing, strip search at customs."
"Really? They let us right through," her mother interjected.
"Then I guess you win mom," Cammie said sarcastically exchanging a look with her sister.
"We don't have time for sarcasm dear," her mom said gathering her things, "We're taking photos by the fountain at five o'clock."
"The Fontana d'Amore! Have you seen it yet Cammie? It's so beautiful," Bex gushed.
"Your father's slut of the month is at the hotel with your dress Cammie," her mom said as the girl's father walked in.
"I heard that," he said, "And she's not a slut. She's a pro volleyball player."
"Hi dad," Cammie said giving her father a hug.
"Hey princess," he replied kissing her cheek.
"C'mon Cam, you have to meet Grant's family. They're hilarious," Bex said dragging her sister away.
"A little concealer under your eyes wouldn't kill you either Cam," her mother called after them.
