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Ok, wow, I really appreciate the reviews, I really do. A special thanks to those who gave me a more in depth view of why they like this story! I love all my reviewers.

I haven't made this very clear, Lizzie is famous in Rome and is living on the money coming from concert deals, singles, soundtrack deals and she did a little a bit of modeling so she has quite a bit of money and fame. I haven't worked that into the story very well, but in America she is only known for dating Mark and as the bridesmaid in Miranda's wedding, and to travelers who know her from her work in Rome.

But since she broke up with Mark, it's like the whole Bennifer thing everyone in their right mind knew it wouldn't work but were infatuated with it regardless, so the paparazzi now wants to know every little last detail, how she's holding up, life after Mark, and if there is a new man in her life. 

Now on to the story that is progressing nicely…

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Lizzie sat there stunned, blink, blink, she batted her long eyelashes in confusion. Miranda just ran out the door, after a day of bonding, she was immensely confused. Lizzie didn't know what to feel, Miranda was back in her life, that was good, but it also reminded her painfully of David Gordon, and the permanently numbed part of her soul.

Times like these called for two things: A credit card and great place to shop. And conveniently both were at Lizzie's disposal. She needed some harmless retail therapy, a new haircut, new shoes, something to wear to that premiere she was meant to go to in a week, something cute for Miranda… Lizzie smiled, today would be fun.

After a quick shower, Lizzie was set to go, she grabbed her purse and locked her door. In a matter of minutes she was at the small exclusive salon in the middle of Beverly Hills. She looked around, "Lola!?" she called, a small woman with short over the top red hair poked her head out from behind a curtain, looked around for a second than screamed.

"LIZZIE?! MY GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG!" She ran to Lizzie and gave her a hug then started examining her hair, "Lizzie… darling what have you done? Split ends… inconsistent highlights, unflattering length… well Lola can fix that no worries your not so beautiful blonde hair shall be changed to stunning mag-"

"Lola, about that…" Lizzie spoke quickly, keeping Lola from interrupting. "I want a change, a big change, something new. I was thinking… I'd go brunette."

"Brunette? This is all because of that Britney Spears isn't it? She goes brunette the rest of the fashionistas have to as well. It doesn't even look good on her, honey, the funny highlights and weird brown/silver color, doll it wouldn't look good." Lola pleaded, playing with Lizzie's still damp hair.

"I was thinking darker, softer, no weird highlights, and a cute cut." Lizzie argued. She stared at Lola who was envisioning this in her head.

"How about Lola brings it to your shoulders, layers it, gives you bangs again, then gives you a nice soft chocolate color as a finale! It will be a work of art!" Lola clapped her hands and ushered Lizzie to sit down so she could begin. Chopping off around six inches in approximately 32 seconds, the whole session went by pretty quickly after that, finally when Lizzie opened her eyes, she gasped.

"Lola! It's prefect! Perfection! Oh! I love it! I love you!" Lizzie kissed the stylist on the cheek. Admiring her natural looking new brunette do. Perfect for avoiding the cameras that were planning to attack her on the way out. Lizzie handed the stylist her credit card, thanked her and left for the next part of her style adventure.

Humming a song softly as she browsed through beautiful designer dresses and insanely priced jeans. Going in and out of stores, looking for a present for Miranda. Finally she came to a small jewelry shop, she browsed the racks of beautiful unique pieces of jewelry. She admired the workmanship. The door's bell rang, meaning it had been opened and someone walked in. Instinctively she looked over to see who it was, as if she'd know.

"Oh shit." She muttered now fumbling through her purse for sunglasses. She shoved them on her face and continued to try and not trip on her way out. She failed. Landing flat on her back, hurrying to her feet Lizzie bumped into the last person she would have wanted to.

Two hands pulled the sunglasses of her face slowly. Lizzie looked down at the floor to avoid any and all eye contact.

"Lizzie?" the person whispered.

"Yeah… Gordo it's me." Lizzie

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 How many of you expected that?! Could I be any more obvious? What's gonna happen next?

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