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Well I'm back! I'm so excited for Las Vegas! I wanna make this chapter short so I can update again TODAY, my chapter on Vegas. WOO HOO! Well, I'm going to be really quick and everything! LETS GET ROLLING! PS Don't hate me if I can't get my shoutouts done today. I READ ALL OF THEM! GOOD TO HEAR YOU'RE EXCITED FOR VEGAS AND LIKED IT... WELL MOST ANYWAYS.

Viola accidentally came out wearing a mis match shoe.

"Viola Hastings has cracked," Andrew grinned, aiming the camera at her feet. Viola turned pink. She smiled, not nervously but mischeviously. She went back in to change quickly. She actually came out while Abigail was still there. The guy's jaw dropped at the sight of Viola.

Viola was wearing a bright blue tank top with wide white stripes running across and a orange cropped sweater on top. She then wore purple skinny jeans and a long, black boot and a wedge cork heel. It looked so funny.

"I stand corrected," Andrew muttered. "Viola Hastings has now cracked." Then they heard a voice. It was elegant and had a very, very, strong, heavy British accent. It was quite hard to understand the words. The words sounded slurred although she had not a drop of alcohol running through her.

"You wear the clothes well, although they may not match." All the friends looked to see a tall, elegant female. She had redish, brown hair which was piled up in a messy, but elegant swirl. It was all held together with a big, flat clip. She had her arms crossed and had this smirk on her face.

"Hi!" Viola greeted, she loved meeting new people. "I'm Viola-"

"Hastings. I know. And that's Ms Abigail Ramsey, Duke Orsino, Andrew Aguecheek, Toby Belch and Justin Drayton," the mysterious woman said with her accent.

"Don't mind me asking, but how do you know us all?" Justin asked, clearly confused.

"I'm sorry. I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm-"

She was interupted by Abigail. "You're Cassia Chamomile," she said dreamily.

"Really?" Cassia asked, raising her eyebrows. "Now that's something I don't hear often."

"Who?" Toby asked.

Abigail woke up from her daze. "Cassia Chamomile, idiot! The world wide famous designer! You're in her shop! She's the best around. Better than Donatella Versace was or ever will be, Prada, Gucci, Chanel, all those famous designers put together! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO THAT IS! She graduated high school and worked in a department store and then moved on to be one of the most famous designers known to human! She did this all before she turned 26. And now at just age 30, she's one of the most successful designers. SHE IS THE MOST SUCCESSFUL DESIGNERS! I've always wanted to model your clothes!"

"I don't do anorexic." Cassia said plainly.

Abigail's eyes grew big. "What?"

"You heard. As you should know, I hand pick all my models. And not once have I chosen someone who is anorexic. It's quite disgusting, actually. Italy banned too skinny models years ago and when they did, it made a huge impact. I would die rather than have skeletons model my clothes! I'm not saying the models can be seriously obese, just not super skinny."

"Are you saying I have an eating disorder?" Abigail felt herself getting hot.

"No," Cassia Chamomile said calmly. "I'm just saying, you should think before you go starving yourself or purging. Those models you work with. Amelia Elsbeth, Valerie McVaronds, Frannie Debut just to name a few. They are on the road to becoming weighing less than my 8 year old nephew. I saw your last show in Milan. That dress by Dolce and Gabanna was the abolute cutest thing ever. You were looking scrawny. Your shoulder blades were sticking out. That's normal, to have your shoulder blades show a bit, but you and your sticking out ribcage and hips, not a pretty site. I mean, have you looked at yourself? What are you? 100? 98? 95?" Cassia was now glaring at the thought of anorexic models.

Abigail was fuming, absolutely fuming. But Cassia was done. "Well, now that we all agree that the outfit does not work, why don't you go try on something else?" She gave Viola a few shirts and bottoms and pushed her back into the dressing room. She then turned to the guys. "Now, now. What should we do about you?" She pointed to Toby. "That shirt, it's hideous. Almost as bad as his shirt," Cassia pointed to Andrew's shirt. "Now, go put your little camera down and take these." She went to retrieve a suit. It was nice, stylish and black with a light blue button up shirt. "Go on now!" She shoved Andrew and Toby in with the clothes.

An hour later, Viola swore that she and the others had tried on every shirt, belt, skirt, pants, jacket and hat the store had to offer. Cassia and Abigail were discussing a plan for Abigail to be able to model for her and Toby, Andrew and Justin were still forcing each other to try on clothes. Duke dragged Viola to the shoe section.

"Vi, no offense, but you need clothes... and shoes."

"Oh gee thanks." Viola sat down in the chair.

"Wait here." He went off and came back with three different types of shoes. "Which one?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes! It's almost hard to believe you are a girl, you're so un-girly-girlish."

"Do I need to prove to you that I am a girl?" Viola purred and the two remembered the last time Duke doubed her being a girl.

"Nah. I know you are. Now choose a shoe!" Viola chose a silver, strappy one with high stiletto heels. "Nice choice. Being around Abigail, Liv, Kia and Yvonne has done you some good!"

"And Paul. He's always nagging me to buy some clother, do something with my hair."

Duke laughed slightly. Duke asked for Viola's size and the assisants scurried off, whispering to each other about how Cassia Chamomile was there, in the store. There were no other people in the store, but passing people noticed that she was in there and took a double take. Cassia Chamomile, back in London, where she grew up. Cassia was always busy. Well, the shop assistants brought out a shoe box.

Duke took it and opened it. He took out one shoe and Viola stuck her foot out at him. She wiggled her toes and laughed. "Shoe me." Duke laughed as well. Viola slipped her foot in and now it was time to do up the straps. After a while of fiddling, Duke got it.

"Finally." Duke then put on the other shoe, which was much easier as he knew how all the silver straps went. Viola got up. She looked down at her feet. She moved her toes around.

"They're really comfortable." Viola noted.

"So, how hard is it to run away in them?" Duke asked.

Viola started to hurry away, "I think we're going to find out." Duke chased Viola around the shop, with Viola dodging and hiding behind belt racks. Finally, they returned to the chairs, out of breath.

"Looks like they're easy to run away. That's the first." Viola sank into her chair. Viola tried on many different pairs of shoes and the guys and girls decided to call it a day. They spent nearly four hours, shopping for clothes and hats and shoes and also talking to Cassia. She was very fun to listen to, fun to talk to and she was a great laugh who had a true love for fashion. Abigail was busy paying and Viola was suprised to see Andrew in line. Andrew caught Viola's eye and saw the look on her face.

"Hey, I'm taking Cassia's advice." Andrew grinned. He put down shirts and pants while Cassia, Toby and Justin were there, adding and taking things away. Cassia added a belt and said, "There. That's fine. Now you'll look decent."

Justin and Toby laughed while the girls swiped Andrew's card. "I think they might be better shoppers than you," Duke whispered to Viola. Viola said she wasn't going to buy anything but that didn't stop Cassia and Duke. Together, they made a pile of clothes that suited Viola and Duke added the shoebox of silver shoes. "Can't forget the incredible heels, the ones that Viola can actually run away in." Viola laughed.

"Duke, there is no way I am going to buy that much clothes. I don't need clothes! I have enough!"

"Soccer jerseys, yes. Real clother, no," Cassia stated as the items were beeped.

Viola sighed and got out her wallet. "There's no stopping is there?" Viola asked Duke.

Duke grinned. "Nope." He stopped Viola just as she was handing them her credit card. "Let me."

"Being a gentlemen, I see," Viola said. She held out her card and so did Duke and the two assistants at the front didn't know who's to take.

"Mine!"

"Duke, I am not going to let you pay for all of that."

"But you will," He leaned over and tossed the card onto the keyboard. The two assistants shrugged and took his card. Viola put her card back and frowned.

"If only you weren't so stubborn."

"Me, stubborn?" Duke asked taking the bags. Viola took some too and stuck her tongue out at Viola.

"Thanks, Cassia. We had a great time!" Viola thanked.

"No, no. My pleasure. I love helping people choose clothes. It's a passion. You and Abigail should join me for coffee. I'm sure Abigail would be thrilled to discuss my Autumn fashion week I'm holding." Abigail looked as if she died and went to heaven. Viola and Abigail accepted the invitation and they exchanged cell phone numbers. Cassia wrote an adress down on a piece of paper and handed it to Abigail.

"This is a great coffee shop I go to."

"Yep, we'll see you tomorrow!" The gang left with lime green bags with Cassia Chamomile written on them in this royal blue. They went back, all tired, ready for rest. The next day, Abigail and Viola went to coffee with Cassia while the guys trained.

"So I hear your getting married to Duke Orsino." Cassia said, smiling, taking a sip of her coffee. Viola smiled and looked down at her cup and Abigail nearly choked.

"Yep."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't do wedding dresses."

Viola laughed. "Hey, I found this great dress maker."

"Who? Who?"

"Her name is Andie Prescotts."

"Andie Prescotts? I know her. Yes, yes, I know Andie alright."

"Well, you'll just have to show me this fabulous design by Andie."

Viola smiled. "I sure will." The three bonded and Abigail and Viola both really like her. And she liked them back, they were funny American girls with happy spirits. Anyways, well, there were more games and more victories. However, just when America was closer than ever before, they lost. They were all pretty upset to. Not too upset. They knew that there would be a small chance of them actually winning, but they had fun in the process. Viola and Abigail were there to cheer them on at every game.

When they lost, they were going to go home. It was sad. They were all in Toby and Andrew's room, the sun was setting and they were all sitting around. They were all pretty glum. They were going to leave in two days.

"So what should we do when we get back?" Andrew asked. He was twirling a soccer ball on his hand.

"Dunno." Toby answered.

"We stuffed up," Andrew said bitterly.

"C'mon guys. You guys did sooo well!" Viola comforted.

"Yeah." Abigail agreed. The guys knew she meant it because she actually stopped filing her nails and looked very genuine.

"There will always be other years." Viola contined.

"I know," Justin said.

"Yeah. We're just feeling upset and all. We'll have to get over it..." Andrew trailed off.

"Yeah. Too bad there's nothinAnd g fun to do to make up us feel better."

"You're right Toby."

"Thank you Andrew."

Justin sighed. "Yeah. Somewhere where we could let all our thoughts leave."

Andrew sighed as well. "Somewhere where we could meet hot chicks." Toby nodded. "Somewhere where we could spend our nights at clubs."

Toby nodded again and sighed. "Somewhere we could have drink, be lazy and party hard."

"And play poker." Justin said, getting an idea. Toby, Andrew, Duke, Viola and Abigail looked at him oddly. "That's it guys! We'll go to Vegas!"

"Vegas? As in Las Vegas?" Toby asked.

"How many Las Vegas' have you been to?" Abigail asked, teasing Toby and his lack of 'intelligence'.

"What's there to do in Vegas?" Andrew asked, bored.

Viola spoke up. "Lots of things. Casinos, bars, clubs... girls," And Andrew and Toby snapped up.

"Girls?"

Viola nodded, trying to persuade them. "Lots of girls. Lots and lots of girls." She grinned. Toby and Andrew looked at each other.

"Count us in!" they said, high-fiving.

"Ditto to that," Viola said, smiling.

Abigail nodded. "It should be fun." They all looked at Duke.

"What the hey, let's go to Vegas."

Justin grinned and hopped onto Andrew's laptop. "When should we go?"

"This weekend?" Abigail suggested. It was Wednesday. Tomorrow would be Thursday.

"Good idea," Justin went online. He clicked around. "Okay. We're due to arrive in Vegas at..." He waited for a moment. "10pm on Thursday."

"That's settled," Viola smiled. "Now wherever should we stay?"

Duke grinned. "I know a place."

"Ohh. Where?" Abigail asked.

"There's only one place for people like us that can go to."

"WHERE!" Andrew demanded, getting impatient. Duke kicked Justin out of the way and typed something into the web page address bar.

The room was filled with loud music. "Nice choice," Viola grinned.

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