A/N: Shameless Evita tie-in. See if you can find it.
Disclaimer: They're mine! All mine! Except for the part where they're not. Oh, but Andrea and Angela belong to me. I stake my claim to those two.
I don't really like this chapter, but I need it to bring about the next ones, which I do like.
She needed a vacation. Hell, so do you. He didn't bother before the words came out of his mouth.
"Ann, how does Rome sound to you?"
"Rome sounds like a monosyllabic word that brings to mind sun, food, and beautiful buildings," Andrea replied. She hadn't seen the papers that morning.
You are a rotten scoundrel.
He had.
The odds are slim, next to none. You're not even a reporter any more.
But they both deserved a little rest. Angela could be left with some relatives for a week. He knew Andrea didn't want a child underfoot in a large city. Rather ironic, seeing as how you live in New York City.
The headline read "Queen Ann's Rainbow Tour to End in Rome."
Silly notion, really. She probably didn't even receive his letter.
Or maybe she did, and she's laughing in your face right now.
She probably forgot about him.
You certainly hope not.
"What would you say to a nice vacation in Rome, then?" She grinned.
"I would say of course."
Of course. He didn't deserve her. She was beautiful, she was smart, she was...well, wittier than he was. She deserved better than a man who was in love with royalty.
There. There was the enormity of his delirium; he loved a queen.
Love is a wonderful thing to have when you can't fulfill it. Isn't it.
Of course it is.