Isabella paced impatiently in the waiting area of the airport, if
that idiot Matteo had messed up the times and she was waiting for
nothing.She sighed angrily and flung herself into a chair. She adjusted her
hat over her eyes and pushed the dark glasses back up her nose. It was
pointless to be disguised, if Lizzie was anything like she'd been on the
phone, or how she handled the whole Paolo situation, she'd walked around
Rome announcing that she was Isabella.
Oh well, she laughed silently. At least she is a cheap way of making me in my video look wonderful. She perked up when she heard the announcing of the plane from New York City where Lizzie was supposed to have transferred.
Crossing her arms, she put on the dazzling smile usually reserved for photographers and turned towards the stream of emerging passengers. This would be relatively simple, play nice, laugh a little, make small talk, then go home and forget about them.
Them, suddenly, Isabella remember that Lizzie was bringing a friend. I wonder who it is.
She then spotted blonde hair and a very familiar face. Smiling, she waved and called the pair over to her. She hugged Lizzie then lightly kissed both of her cheeks. She then turned towards the male with her and repeated the same actions. He looked vaguely familiar, who was he? Then she remembered he was the one who had first told her who Lizzie was, his name was.Gordo! That was it.
"Ciao, Lizzie, Gordo," she grinned. "How was the flight?"
Gordo smiled and nodded. "It was fun."
"You didn't eat on the plane did you?" Isabella asked. "Because I wanted to take you out for lunch."
"I'm starving," Gordo replied.
"I'm hungry too," Lizzie nodded.
"Good," Isabella smiled, leading the way through the airport. "I know this wonderful little café-"
"Isabella, wait," Lizzie interrupted. "What about our bags? I brought two suitcases."
Isabella waved her hand through the air. "Do not worry about that, the driver will get it and take it to your hotel room."
The trio continued on outside then Isabella led the way over to a long back beautiful limo. A man opened the door, she climbed in first, then followed by the other two. She watched them both for a moment, Lizzie was content staring out the window, Gordo watched Lizzie for a moment, then when he felt Isabella's stare, he turned towards her.
"This was a really nice thing for you to do, letting me come and everyone."
"Prego," she replied simply.
"Gordo, look! There's the Hotel Cambini!" Lizzie exclaimed.
He laughed and nodded towards another landmark. "Remember that one?"
Lizzie giggled. "That was such a fun trip."
Isabella leaned back, hoping the ride would be over soon as they reminisced about their previous vacation, a time that Isabella under no circumstance wanted to remember. They finally pulled in front of the café, Gordo led the way out, then Lizzie and finally Isabella. She brushed her hand over her brown hair, adjusted her green skirt, then turned towards the café, and walked on ahead.
She spoke quietly with the manager for a few moments, then turned to Lizzie and Gordo. "He is getting a table away from the window, so we do not have many distractions."
They nodded, then followed Isabella to the table and all sat down.
Lizzie looked around, her eyes wide in wonder. Her eyes danced over the intricate chairs that looked like they belonged in a garden, to the glass tops of the table, to the stone walls. "This is incredible," she breathed softly.
"What is?" Isabella asked, glancing around.
"Everything! This café is awesome," she gushed.
Isabella stared at the American across from her. She hardly saw what there was to be in complete awe over, but if it kept her happy.
"Don't you think there should be places like back home?" she chattered happily to Gordo.
Isabella ordered for them all then chose now to tune them out. She really didn't want to hear their excitement over a corner café. It was hardly worth her interest. Her mind wandered to her stage show, what she wanted it to be like, how the choreography would be, what special effects she wanted.
"Isabella?" Lizzie said, her tone made it obvious she'd called several times already.
"Sí?" she answered, with no intention of apologizing for not paying attention.
"What do I need to know about the video?"
"You will have a fitting tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, then after that, at eleven you will meet the choreographer, and work on the dance. After we finish eating here, you have a meeting with the stunt coordinator," Isabella explained.
Lizzie stared at her for a moment, her face showing she was shocked she hadn't had previous notice of this. Isabella stared back at her, almost challenging her to say something in protest, but Lizzie didn't, instead she began to pick at the food the waiter sat down in front of them.
Isabella placed her napkin in her lap, then picked up her fork. Lizzie stared at the food for a moment, before finally taking a bite.
Gordo on the other hand, wasn't feeling as brave, he poked at the food for a minute, then looked at Isabella. "Where's the spaghetti and pizza?"
Isabella shook her head and finished her bite. "Roman food is not all spaghetti and pizza, Gordo. This is a very delicious dish, try it."
Gordo looked doubtfully from his food to Isabella, then finally took a bite. Isabella smiled her first true smile when his face revealed he like the food. "It's good," he nodded over a mouthful.
Isabella shook her head and smiled teasingly. "You could have swallowed before talking, Mr. Gordon."
"But it's no fun that way," he replied, swallowing a large bite.
"Gordo," Lizzie laughed. "We're trying to eat here too."
Isabella watched the pair of friends silently for the rest of the meal. Her memory briefly flashing to a time when she would laugh insanely over something he had said. She forced the memory out of her mind and waved her hand for the waiter. He stood beside the table and she spoke in Italian to him, giving him money for the food and a very generous tip, then she turned her attention to Lizzie and Gordo. "I have to leave, a prior appointment. I will be seeing you soon at the video shoot, until then, enjoy your visit in room. The driver will take you to your hotel." She laid down two hotel keys from her purse. I hope you like the rooms."
She didn't give them a chance to answer, or protest and she disappeared quickly out the door.
***
Oh well, she laughed silently. At least she is a cheap way of making me in my video look wonderful. She perked up when she heard the announcing of the plane from New York City where Lizzie was supposed to have transferred.
Crossing her arms, she put on the dazzling smile usually reserved for photographers and turned towards the stream of emerging passengers. This would be relatively simple, play nice, laugh a little, make small talk, then go home and forget about them.
Them, suddenly, Isabella remember that Lizzie was bringing a friend. I wonder who it is.
She then spotted blonde hair and a very familiar face. Smiling, she waved and called the pair over to her. She hugged Lizzie then lightly kissed both of her cheeks. She then turned towards the male with her and repeated the same actions. He looked vaguely familiar, who was he? Then she remembered he was the one who had first told her who Lizzie was, his name was.Gordo! That was it.
"Ciao, Lizzie, Gordo," she grinned. "How was the flight?"
Gordo smiled and nodded. "It was fun."
"You didn't eat on the plane did you?" Isabella asked. "Because I wanted to take you out for lunch."
"I'm starving," Gordo replied.
"I'm hungry too," Lizzie nodded.
"Good," Isabella smiled, leading the way through the airport. "I know this wonderful little café-"
"Isabella, wait," Lizzie interrupted. "What about our bags? I brought two suitcases."
Isabella waved her hand through the air. "Do not worry about that, the driver will get it and take it to your hotel room."
The trio continued on outside then Isabella led the way over to a long back beautiful limo. A man opened the door, she climbed in first, then followed by the other two. She watched them both for a moment, Lizzie was content staring out the window, Gordo watched Lizzie for a moment, then when he felt Isabella's stare, he turned towards her.
"This was a really nice thing for you to do, letting me come and everyone."
"Prego," she replied simply.
"Gordo, look! There's the Hotel Cambini!" Lizzie exclaimed.
He laughed and nodded towards another landmark. "Remember that one?"
Lizzie giggled. "That was such a fun trip."
Isabella leaned back, hoping the ride would be over soon as they reminisced about their previous vacation, a time that Isabella under no circumstance wanted to remember. They finally pulled in front of the café, Gordo led the way out, then Lizzie and finally Isabella. She brushed her hand over her brown hair, adjusted her green skirt, then turned towards the café, and walked on ahead.
She spoke quietly with the manager for a few moments, then turned to Lizzie and Gordo. "He is getting a table away from the window, so we do not have many distractions."
They nodded, then followed Isabella to the table and all sat down.
Lizzie looked around, her eyes wide in wonder. Her eyes danced over the intricate chairs that looked like they belonged in a garden, to the glass tops of the table, to the stone walls. "This is incredible," she breathed softly.
"What is?" Isabella asked, glancing around.
"Everything! This café is awesome," she gushed.
Isabella stared at the American across from her. She hardly saw what there was to be in complete awe over, but if it kept her happy.
"Don't you think there should be places like back home?" she chattered happily to Gordo.
Isabella ordered for them all then chose now to tune them out. She really didn't want to hear their excitement over a corner café. It was hardly worth her interest. Her mind wandered to her stage show, what she wanted it to be like, how the choreography would be, what special effects she wanted.
"Isabella?" Lizzie said, her tone made it obvious she'd called several times already.
"Sí?" she answered, with no intention of apologizing for not paying attention.
"What do I need to know about the video?"
"You will have a fitting tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, then after that, at eleven you will meet the choreographer, and work on the dance. After we finish eating here, you have a meeting with the stunt coordinator," Isabella explained.
Lizzie stared at her for a moment, her face showing she was shocked she hadn't had previous notice of this. Isabella stared back at her, almost challenging her to say something in protest, but Lizzie didn't, instead she began to pick at the food the waiter sat down in front of them.
Isabella placed her napkin in her lap, then picked up her fork. Lizzie stared at the food for a moment, before finally taking a bite.
Gordo on the other hand, wasn't feeling as brave, he poked at the food for a minute, then looked at Isabella. "Where's the spaghetti and pizza?"
Isabella shook her head and finished her bite. "Roman food is not all spaghetti and pizza, Gordo. This is a very delicious dish, try it."
Gordo looked doubtfully from his food to Isabella, then finally took a bite. Isabella smiled her first true smile when his face revealed he like the food. "It's good," he nodded over a mouthful.
Isabella shook her head and smiled teasingly. "You could have swallowed before talking, Mr. Gordon."
"But it's no fun that way," he replied, swallowing a large bite.
"Gordo," Lizzie laughed. "We're trying to eat here too."
Isabella watched the pair of friends silently for the rest of the meal. Her memory briefly flashing to a time when she would laugh insanely over something he had said. She forced the memory out of her mind and waved her hand for the waiter. He stood beside the table and she spoke in Italian to him, giving him money for the food and a very generous tip, then she turned her attention to Lizzie and Gordo. "I have to leave, a prior appointment. I will be seeing you soon at the video shoot, until then, enjoy your visit in room. The driver will take you to your hotel." She laid down two hotel keys from her purse. I hope you like the rooms."
She didn't give them a chance to answer, or protest and she disappeared quickly out the door.
***