Oh hey btw sorry I haven't updated and ive been writing these stories for what six years? My bad. I just sat down and wrote an outline for the rest of the story and am going to crank out as much as possible over the next few weeks. I work full time and am in school as well so I'm usually pretty busy. Taking the time between semesters to get this done. To the people (person?) who have been reading my Angel Series, thank you! It means the world to me. If you haven't, go back and read them! I think you'll enjoy them. Start with part one. But part three is my favorite! Please R & R. Thanks. Ok, on with the show.

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"Well, thank you," said Angelica, taking the plate from the attendant's hands. "Look, Chuck, a fruit and cheese plate! How nice!"

Chuck pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed. "Yeah." He tugged on his seatbelt anxiously. "You think this is tight enough?"

Angelica rolled her eyes. "Charles. It'll be fine. We're not going to die."

"Hey, who said anything about dying? With my luck, we'll just be stranded in the middle of the ocean. And then eventually we'll starve to death"

"That's unlikely, dear. And you're the one who wanted to go to Paris in the first place. Surely, you realized we'd be crossing the ocean to get there?"

"I think it's just hitting me." He dug through his carry on. "I hope my inhaler is in here."

Angelica flagged an attendant. "You need to relax! We're in first class! How often will we get to do this? Hi there! Could I get two glasses of champagne, please?" She whispered to her husband, "All the drinks are free, you know."

"They should be, as much as these tickets cost."

The attendant returned. Angelica smiled at her and took the champagne. She handed one to Chuck. "It's an 11 hour flight and I'm not going to listen to you whine the whole time. Start drinking. You'll feel better in no time."

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"Carrot Top, we're here."

"Huh?" Chuck opened his eyes, squinting. When did it get so bright? He blindly reached out. Angelica handed him his glasses. "Here you go."

He sat up, yawning. "Are we really here? Have I been sleeping for 11 hours?"

"Well, you freaked out for about an hour, then drank nonstop for another two, and then passed out. So you've only been sleeping about eight hours."

"Wow, first class is great. I seriously think that's the best I've ever slept."

Angelica kissed his cheek. "Grab the carry ons, will you? And let's get off this plane and see Paris!"

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"All I'm saying is that you don't have to tell everyone that we're on our honeymoon."

"Well, why not?" asked Angelica, blotting her lipstick. "I love you, God! Is it ok with you that I want people to know?"

"That'd be fine, if that were the case. But you're just trying to get free stuff."

The cab driver smirked at them in the rearview mirror. Angelica rolled her eyes. "Preposterous." she muttered, trying to hide a grin.

"Ok, zees ees it," said the driver.

Angelica handed him the fare. "Merci." She stepped out onto the street and took it all in. The city streets were bustling with activity and the sun shone down brightly. She sighed happily and peered up at the cityscape through her Ray Bans. "A little help here?" grunted Chuck. "Oh, right!" Angelica relieved him of some of the bags and they made their way in. A man in a red jacket held the door open and nodded. Another appeared, whisking the bags out of their hands. They walked inside and the bright mid-day sun was replaced with the soft glow of the lobby.

"Wow." said Chuck.

Angelica smiled from ear to ear. It was perfect, from the marble tiled floor to the hand carved pillars to the elegant tapestries and chandeliers. The bellhop smiled. "Welcome, dear friends, to the most luxurious hotel in Paris-Hotel le Bristol."

He led them to the front desk. "Hi," said Chuck, "Reservation for Finster."

The woman smiled. "Certainly. One moment please."

Angelica pushed her sunglasses up on her head. She set down her Louis Vuitton and wrapped herself around Chuck's arm. "I'm so happy, sweetheart….We're on our honeymoon, you know." she said to the clerk.

The woman smiled but didn't look up from the computer screen. "It sure would be nice if we could get an upgrade to the honeymoon suite…I did hear it's available…and it seems a shame for it to go to waste…"

The clerk looked up and met Angelica's gaze with a terse look. She looked at Chuck. "What was the name again?"

"Finster. F-I-N-S-T-E-R."

"I'm sorry, we don't seem to have your reservation."

"What?" shrieked Angelica. "What do you mean you don't seem to have our reservation?!"

"Calm down," said Chuck.

"Calm down? What are you talking about?!"

"You're right! What am I talking about? What do you mean you don't seem to have our reservation?!"

The clerk shrugged. "We do not have it. We do not know anything about it."

"But we took care of everything." said Angelica incredulously. "They gave me a confirmation….oh, I don't remember getting the confirmation. Wait, no…" She pressed her fingers to her temple. "This can't be happening. This…isn't possible. No one could make an oversight like this. The credit card was charged, wasn't it?"

Chuck shifted his weight uneasily. "I don't know."

"You'd know if it was charged for a week in this place. Chuckie…this isn't really happening is it? There's no way two competent adults could actually forget to book a hotel for an international trip."

"Planning a wedding is very stressful." said the clerk.

Angelica looked up, suddenly remembering they weren't alone. "Well then." She peered at the gold name badge on the clerk's jacket. "Cécile. Let's see what's available."

"Nothing is available."

"You didn't even look!"

Cécile glanced at the computer, then immediately glanced back at Angelica, expression unchanged. "Nothing is available."

"Ok, you didn't even really look—"

"You are welcome to stay and wait to see if someone perhaps does not show up. But as of now, we are at full capacity."

She looked at Chuck. He shrugged. "Yes," said Angelica in a quiet voice. "I guess we'll wait around and see what opens up."

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"Angelica, we've been waiting here for two hours. Don't you want to, I dunno, actually see Paris?"

Angelica sighed. She was reading the pamphlet on the Eiffel Tower for at least the twentieth time. "But If we leave—"

"They have your number. They'll give us a call if something opens up."

"Our luggage—"

"I'm sure they'll keep it safe for us. I'll see if we can keep it behind the desk."

"Fine."

After Chuck made sure their bags were safely behind the concierge desk, he met Angelica out front. Her mood seemed to have lifted considerably now that she was outside. "Coffee?" he asked. "Absolutely." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately "Woah," he said. "That was enthusiastic."

"Hey, we're on our honeymoon."

"And no one was around to hear that! So you really mean it, you do love me?"

"Shut up. Let's go." She grabbed his hand and they headed down the street.

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"I still can't believe it," said Angelica. She paused to take a sip of her cappuccino. "We're really here, Chuck. It's like a dream."

"It's just like Paris is portrayed in the movies. We're walking down the street, we've got coffee and there's a book store and look—a flower shop." He stopped at the little street side flower shop and a moment later, turned around, red rose in hand. "Here you go, Babydoll."

She tucked the rose behind her ear and sighed contentedly.

"There's a little park across the street." said Chuck. "Let's cross over."

At the park, they quickly found a bench and decided to take a little rest.

"Well, things are shaping up, huh?" said Chuck, putting an arm around her.

"Except for the whole not having a place to stay thing."

"Details."

She nestled her head against his chest. "I could stay here forever."

Out of nowhere, thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky, immediately followed by a torrential downpour. "Well, maybe not forever."

Angelica grabbed a newspaper off the bench and held it over her head. She clutched her bag protectively. "This way." said Chuck. They ran across the grass until they reached a little gazebo.

"I'm sorry our trip isn't turning out the way you thought it would." he said.

To his surprise, Angelica was laughing. "At least we'll have stories to tell." She leaned against the wooden framework of the gazebo and pushed her wet hair out of her face.

"Hey, look at this," said Chuck. He pointed to a cork board on the opposite side of the gazebo. "It's a community board or something."

"Aww," said Angelica. "Kittens for sale! We could take one home! A French kitten!"

"Since when do you know French?"

"I know some. And also there's a photo of kittens. So it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out."

"Hey," said Chuck, reaching out. "This one's in English. Check it out. Country vacation cottage for rent, just outside Paris. By the week or by the day. Perfect for romantic getaways. Call to inquire about availability and pricing."

"Country cottage. But Paris, and Hotel le Bristol and chandeliers and tapestries. And the spa! Good Lord, Charles, the spa!"

"Doesn't look like there's room at the inn, dear."

"So we have to settle for a barn? Do you want the manger, or can I have it?"

"Just trust me, ok? I've got a good feeling about this."

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"Ahem." Chuck pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Just checking, there haven't been any openings, have there?"

The clerk looked aghast. Chuck and Angelica were soaking wet, dripping all over the marble tiled floor. Angelicas long golden blond hair was tangled and twin lines of black mascara ran down her face. A red rose poked out from behind her ear. She gave the clerk a big smile. Chuck just seemed to notice he'd trailed in mud behind him. He grinned sheepishly. "Guess that's a no? We'll just get our luggage and be on our way, then."