Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

Phone Calls

*Dedicated to @EvaStark for the awesome cover!

Chapter 9. Phone Calls 

With one click I was headed to Italy. One small movement of my finger and I had a ticket to a foreign country. Not only was it an overseas country; it was a country that I would be visiting with my long ago high school sweetheart. Click.

It's done. I'm going to Italy.

"You know," I said, swiveling around in my chair to face Andrew. "You really didn't have to do pay for those."

"Yes I did. It's the least I can do after everything that has happened," he said, grabbing the tickets from the printer as they came out. "Besides, a trip to Rome doesn't sound too bad to me." He winked.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't expect too much. We're just flying to Italy, finding the designer, getting the dress, and leaving."

He came over to me and put one hand on each shoulder, shaking them. "Angela... We're going to freaking Rome, Italy!" he exclaimed, "We are not just going for the dress. It's my money, which means that we are at least visiting the Coliseum, and a couple of museums."

"Andrew, we're only going to be there for two days! This is not some family vacation that we're going on to wear fanny packs around as we tour the city."

"Oh come on! You're honestly telling me that you're gonna go to Italy just to find a dress and sit in an apartment until it's time to go home? That is definitely not the Angela that I know."

"Well this Angela is worried about her friend's wedding and their friendship," I said slumping down in my chair.

"And I get that, but one fun day in Rome isn't going to ruin your chances of saving her wedding," he said, "...right?"

I sighed heavily in defeat. "Right."

"Good! This is so awesome," he said happily, setting down the tickets on my desk. "I'm going to Rome for the very first time! I have to go plan for a tour of the city on Monday!"

"Just please don't wear a fanny pack," I shouted at him as he practically pranced out of the room.

"Fine, but you're missing out. This ass with a fanny pack? Now that's a sight you don't wanna miss!" he joked from the living room.

Weirdo.

I won't lie though, I'd caught a glance at his butt a few times since I'd first bumped into him yesterday. It's... nice.

I stood up out of the chair and picked up the tickets, looking at them curiously. Our flight was tonight at nine thirty on flight number thirteen. The trip was at least twelve hours long, which means that we'll get there at some random time that I am not willing to calculate. Hopefully, it'll give us a full day in Italy to find the dress. And then, of course, we'll fulfill Andrews' needs of exploring the city.

 But I still can't believe that I'm going to Rome. And just perfect timing with Mandy's wedding coming up, and a job that I'm already on the edge of losing. I shook my head in disbelief. Are you sure this isn't all just a dream?

"Hey Angela, you should probably call Mandy and your boss," Andrew called over.

"That's the thing I'm dreading the most," I said, setting the tickets back down, and walking into the living room. "What am I going to say?"

Andrew was sitting down on the couch, typing things into his iPhone; probably checking out travel destinations on Kayak or some other travel website.

"That should be the easy part," Andrew said, not even looking up from his phone. "You'll think of something."

A look of disbelief crossed my face. "Really? After the phone call with Mandy this morning, you expect me to be able to just come up with something that easily?"