1 Love Is Patient, Kind, and Above All True
1.1 Chapter Eleven
Lucky headed towards Helena's cell. His hands making sure that the item he had would stay hidden. He smirked as the old white-haired matriarch sat on her cot in her fluorescent jump suit. "Helena!" he said angrily.
"Lucky, my dear boy! What a pleasure to see you!" she smiled.
His hand fingered the hidden item beneath his jacket. "Helena, you are going to fix things."
"What ever do you mean? What is there to fix? My dear Spencer, I thought you had conquered all!" she laughed maliciously.
"You are going to fix what you did to me!" Lucky yelled.
"How can I do that my dear?" Helena asked as she leaned against the bars.
"With this!" Lucky whispered, as he pulled out a piece of the Ice Princess.
He watched as Helena's eyes gleamed as she peered at the precious stone. She was going to fix what she did to him and he was going to be with Elizabeth again.
***
As Elizabeth walked down the long corridor that lead from the plane to the gate, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive. What am I doing here?
Jaime scurried beside her and she looked so excited. Elizabeth wished she could feel that relaxed. Nothing in her life had ever gone the way she had planned it, so how different could her experience in Italy be? Of course she and Jaime really didn't have anything planned.
"Hey! Wipe that worried look off your face!" Jaime chided. "We're in Italy! No one's allowed to look depressed or worried in this country! Unless you're Italian and then it's just an intense angry look!" Jaime laughed as she led Elizabeth towards the gate.
Elizabeth was overwhelmed at the crowd of people at the gate. Many men dressed in suits, which Elizabeth could only guess were drivers, stood with signs in various languages. She watched Jaime survey the many signs until she heard an accented voice yelling.
"Jaime! Miss Nam!" a male voice called.
Elizabeth watched as a sign popped up from time to time, which seemed to have the word NAM printed on it.
"Donnie?" Jaime yelled. Jaime's eyes followed the frantic sign, which seemed to come nearer to them.
Elizabeth felt her arm pulled forward, towards the sign.
"Jaime!" the voice called again.
"Donnie!" Jaime shouted.
The crowd parted to reveal a short man, whom Elizabeth guessed, was Italian. He was a fair bit older than Jaime and was about a head taller than her. His dark hair was distinguished by hints of grey that streaked his temples. His moustache was also salt a pepper. He could almost be her father, thought Elizabeth, with the exception that he was Italian. Jaime embraced the older gentleman. They then greeted each other with kisses on each other's cheeks.
As Jaime pulled away she looked back to Elizabeth who was feeling very uncomfortable at the time. "Elizabeth this is Donnie our driver! Donnie this is Liz!" As Jaime introduced him, Elizabeth shook the man's extended hand.
"It's nice to meet you," she grimaced as she adjusted her backpack, which was growing ever heavier.
"Oh, let me get that signorina!" Donnie exclaimed, as he reached out and relieved Elizabeth and Jaime of their backpacks.
"Oh that's all right!" Elizabeth exclaimed, "You don't…"
Jaime interrupted her, "Don't bother trying, you're not going to get it back!" she laughed at Elizabeth. "He's stubborn that way."
Elizabeth found herself being led to a black sedan with tinted windows. "What about our other luggage?" she hedged.
"Oh Donnie will get it. He knows what mine looks like and I've described your to him too!" she explained nonchalantly, hopping into the backseat.
"You know what mine looks like?" Elizabeth was surprised.
"Yup! I'm good at details that way. You kind of pick it up when you people watch. Besides, I am the one who loaded your luggage?" she laughed.
"Um, so have you known Donnie for a long time?" Elizabeth changed the subject.
"Yeah, he was our driver when my family lived in Italy for a while. I used to hang out with him when he washed the cars. He was like a father to me."
"Wow! I knew you travelled, but I never knew you had chauffeurs and stuff. Your father must have done well in his business." Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Yeah. Well, business is business," Jaime dismissed, "It wasn't something I really cared about."
Elizabeth noticed Jaime's change in demeanor after she had mentioned her father and his business.
"They're really not chauffeurs," Jaime explained, "Those are for the rich high society bunch. We just call them drivers. I think Donnie prefers it that way!" Jaime laughed as Donnie hopped into the driver's seat. "Don't you Donnie!" she teased.
"Now don't be starting with me signorina!" he warned with a smile. "You're still small enough that I can put you over my knee!"
Elizabeth laughed along with the two. It relaxed her to watch these two argue. It didn't feel like she was in a foreign country while riding in that car, listening to some stories about Jaime.
"Now don't let this little girl trick you into helping her with her schemes!" Donnie warned. "She gets into heaps of trouble if you don't watch her!" Donnie wagged his finger in the air so that Elizabeth could see it. She smiled at him and he smiled back as she watched his face in the rear view mirror.
"Who me!" Jaime exclaimed, trying to look innocent.
"Don't worry!" Elizabeth laughed, "I'm already on to her little tricks!"
1.1 Chapter Eleven
Lucky headed towards Helena's cell. His hands making sure that the item he had would stay hidden. He smirked as the old white-haired matriarch sat on her cot in her fluorescent jump suit. "Helena!" he said angrily.
"Lucky, my dear boy! What a pleasure to see you!" she smiled.
His hand fingered the hidden item beneath his jacket. "Helena, you are going to fix things."
"What ever do you mean? What is there to fix? My dear Spencer, I thought you had conquered all!" she laughed maliciously.
"You are going to fix what you did to me!" Lucky yelled.
"How can I do that my dear?" Helena asked as she leaned against the bars.
"With this!" Lucky whispered, as he pulled out a piece of the Ice Princess.
He watched as Helena's eyes gleamed as she peered at the precious stone. She was going to fix what she did to him and he was going to be with Elizabeth again.
***
As Elizabeth walked down the long corridor that lead from the plane to the gate, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive. What am I doing here?
Jaime scurried beside her and she looked so excited. Elizabeth wished she could feel that relaxed. Nothing in her life had ever gone the way she had planned it, so how different could her experience in Italy be? Of course she and Jaime really didn't have anything planned.
"Hey! Wipe that worried look off your face!" Jaime chided. "We're in Italy! No one's allowed to look depressed or worried in this country! Unless you're Italian and then it's just an intense angry look!" Jaime laughed as she led Elizabeth towards the gate.
Elizabeth was overwhelmed at the crowd of people at the gate. Many men dressed in suits, which Elizabeth could only guess were drivers, stood with signs in various languages. She watched Jaime survey the many signs until she heard an accented voice yelling.
"Jaime! Miss Nam!" a male voice called.
Elizabeth watched as a sign popped up from time to time, which seemed to have the word NAM printed on it.
"Donnie?" Jaime yelled. Jaime's eyes followed the frantic sign, which seemed to come nearer to them.
Elizabeth felt her arm pulled forward, towards the sign.
"Jaime!" the voice called again.
"Donnie!" Jaime shouted.
The crowd parted to reveal a short man, whom Elizabeth guessed, was Italian. He was a fair bit older than Jaime and was about a head taller than her. His dark hair was distinguished by hints of grey that streaked his temples. His moustache was also salt a pepper. He could almost be her father, thought Elizabeth, with the exception that he was Italian. Jaime embraced the older gentleman. They then greeted each other with kisses on each other's cheeks.
As Jaime pulled away she looked back to Elizabeth who was feeling very uncomfortable at the time. "Elizabeth this is Donnie our driver! Donnie this is Liz!" As Jaime introduced him, Elizabeth shook the man's extended hand.
"It's nice to meet you," she grimaced as she adjusted her backpack, which was growing ever heavier.
"Oh, let me get that signorina!" Donnie exclaimed, as he reached out and relieved Elizabeth and Jaime of their backpacks.
"Oh that's all right!" Elizabeth exclaimed, "You don't…"
Jaime interrupted her, "Don't bother trying, you're not going to get it back!" she laughed at Elizabeth. "He's stubborn that way."
Elizabeth found herself being led to a black sedan with tinted windows. "What about our other luggage?" she hedged.
"Oh Donnie will get it. He knows what mine looks like and I've described your to him too!" she explained nonchalantly, hopping into the backseat.
"You know what mine looks like?" Elizabeth was surprised.
"Yup! I'm good at details that way. You kind of pick it up when you people watch. Besides, I am the one who loaded your luggage?" she laughed.
"Um, so have you known Donnie for a long time?" Elizabeth changed the subject.
"Yeah, he was our driver when my family lived in Italy for a while. I used to hang out with him when he washed the cars. He was like a father to me."
"Wow! I knew you travelled, but I never knew you had chauffeurs and stuff. Your father must have done well in his business." Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Yeah. Well, business is business," Jaime dismissed, "It wasn't something I really cared about."
Elizabeth noticed Jaime's change in demeanor after she had mentioned her father and his business.
"They're really not chauffeurs," Jaime explained, "Those are for the rich high society bunch. We just call them drivers. I think Donnie prefers it that way!" Jaime laughed as Donnie hopped into the driver's seat. "Don't you Donnie!" she teased.
"Now don't be starting with me signorina!" he warned with a smile. "You're still small enough that I can put you over my knee!"
Elizabeth laughed along with the two. It relaxed her to watch these two argue. It didn't feel like she was in a foreign country while riding in that car, listening to some stories about Jaime.
"Now don't let this little girl trick you into helping her with her schemes!" Donnie warned. "She gets into heaps of trouble if you don't watch her!" Donnie wagged his finger in the air so that Elizabeth could see it. She smiled at him and he smiled back as she watched his face in the rear view mirror.
"Who me!" Jaime exclaimed, trying to look innocent.
"Don't worry!" Elizabeth laughed, "I'm already on to her little tricks!"