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There they stood, ready to face all the challenges of the world united as one, all of their faces shining triumphantly, after months of hard work. Soon, they were going to be free. However, their story starts before then, about half a year before.

Jasmine Gold looked back at her brother hopefully, her long blonde hair blowing softly in the wind. She rolled her bright hazel eyes, seeing as he was near the end of the line. ‘He expects me to wait for him. Yeah right!’ She turned her pale head back, and strode toward the ticket person haughtily. He looked quickly at her ticket, and tried to avoid widening his brown eyes at the price. He ushered a bellhop, who came over to them quickly. He then took her bags, all 18 of them, and loaded them to a golden baggage cart. He started pushing it toward a glass elevator that led up to Jasmine’s floor, as she followed after him with a brisk pace to keep up.
As they neared the elevator, she saw a family carrying one quite small bag each. She covered her mouth in a gasp, and thought pitifully ‘The poor things, we’re going to be here for about two months.’ Her thoughts were interrupted as the elevator approached their floor and gave a quick ding. She stepped in gingerly, and was soon surrounded by people. She shuddered at the thought of the fact that some were filthy. When they finally arrived on the first floor, her floor, she clambered out quickly, happy to be rid of all the people.
“Over here ma’am” the bellhop called with a slight British accent, and Jasmine followed behind him.
“This is it, press the button if you need anything, or call us on the phone.” he said, almost mechanically, clearly something he said often. She stepped inside the white-gold room, and started unpacking her clothes. She had just started unpacking her first shoe bag, when her brother, Jason came bursting in.
“Where were you sis?!?”
“Sorry bro, the line was just so long, and you were near the end of it. “
“God sis, I bought these tickets and organized this trip. Can you at least be grateful?”
“Sorry bro, what’s your room number? I need more closet space, and you never unpack your clothes because of your suspicions”
“I actually got a room just for closet space, it is directly across the hall. “
“Okay, so maybe not too over-prepared. See you bro. “
“Bye”
Jasmine grabbed the key her brother had left on the coffee table in the living room. She took the baggage cart to the second room, and continued packing there. The room seemed to have been customized for her. It was smaller and had many wardrobes and bureaus. She decided to relax and go to the private spa.
She put on a red strapless bikini with ruffles. She put on a matching coverup, then went to get the map that they provided. She looked for the private spa, and walked toward it. When she arrived at the large glass windowed spa, she was so tired of all the people, that relief flooded her when the spa was almost empty. She payed and entered the mineral bath section. The water was obviously artificially added to, but it was better than nothing. She sunk down in one, and was soon joined by a short Korean looking spa employee. The employee started massaging her sore shoulders, and she felt herself relax.
She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, someone was tapping her shoulder. She looked up groggily to see the same employee.
“Excuse me miss, but the spa is closing. Shall I fetch your coverup?” she said in a thick Korean accent. Jasmine nodded, and the lady fetched it and gave it to her. She smiled at the lady and thanked her, before leaving. She slipped on her coverup, and stepped into the almost empty halls. She entered her main room, because it was the closest, and decided to change for dinner. She put on a dark blue silky dress with silver heels and a belt. She grabbed a blue clutch with a slender silver chain to hold onto, and latched on a diamond and sapphire silver necklace. She put on matching earrings, and put away her swimsuit. She walked toward the elevator, and entered. She was clearly one of the last people to eat dinner, and the crowds had died down. She went to the floor with restaurants, and looked for a good place to eat. Her eyes fell upon a small french restaurant, with a sign that said ‘World famous escargot.’ She decided to try it out, and waited by a small booth, while a waiter came toward her to seat her.
She looked up at him, a tall, well built blonde with shaggy blonde hair and a sense of style. She was almost impressed, when her eyes landed on his face. His expression was that of a person who is in first grade, and accidentally stepped into a college lecture, and his skin was covered in disgusting pimples. She thought quickly about a way to get out of the restaurant politely when her gold iPhone 5S buzzed. It was a text from Nate.
Meet me at Ristorante Italia in five minutes. I saw you heading toward that french restaurant. The service is horrible. Say you forgot about a reservation. You know I researched every restaurant. They have no sense in who is a good waiter.
She smiled at the text, sometimes survivalist brothers were good.
“Pardon me for interrupting, but I just figured out I had a reservation at Ristorante Italia” she stated politely, striding toward the Italian place that her brother was waiting. She looked around at her surroundings for a map, since she had forgotten her. She saw one at the end of the long, lavishly decorated hallway. She stepped carefully toward it, as if the ground were covered in filth, and she had to remain clean. She looked at the map, and saw it was down the right hallway.
Jasmine walked down the right hallway, and rummaged her purse for her phone. She found it, and texted him back, the fingers flying over the keyboard saying
Hey, thanks bro. I sadly saw what you mean. I’ll be there in about 3, you know what I like, order for me.
When she stepped into the restaurant, she was greeted by a young waitress, not much older than herself, probably her age or younger. She smiled as she saw Jasmine, and sat her down.
Chapter 2.
Nathalie Beth Anmera looked tiredly at the clock. The restaurant closed in 51 minutes. She sighed and heard the tinkling of a bell that meant a new customer. She saw a beautiful girl with blonde ringlets that went down to her waist, and almost golden eyes. Her skin was as pale as cream, and there was not a single blemish on her smooth skin. Nathalie self-consciously looked at the window to see her reflection. She felt a pang of jealousy toward the customer as she saw the familiar black bob, freckled skin, and green eyes that she had come to know as herself.
She snapped out of her envious thoughts as the girl politely cleared her throat.
“Excuse me miss, but do you know where Jason Gold is sitting? I was supposed to meet him here” the blonde said.
Nathalie blushed a light rose, and mumbled, “Over here, he said he was expecting someone, but he has already ordered, and the food has arrived.”
The girl smiled, and Nathalie looked at her strangely.
“Oh, good, he got my text. I told him to order for me,” she reassured
“Call me if you need anything at all,” Nathalie called after the girl. She immediately regretted it, noticing it sounded clingy and stupid. Then, her mind wandered to a place it had never been before. She thought about the girl, and her, not only as companions, but as girlfriends. Her mind screamed, No Nathalie, you’re straight!, but her heart thumped and her fingers tingled where the girl had touched them when Nathalie had passed the girl her water.
She gave the order to the cook, and went out to serve others. Even as she did so, her eyes kept on wandering toward the silky smooth, honey blonde head of the girl. Her manager kept eyeing Nathalie suspiciously, and Nathalie kept on trying to turn away, but something about the girl kept bringing her eyes back.
She walked in after taking another order, and the cook said
“Nathalie, order number 14 is ready. The table of two,” he droned in a bored tone, but Nathalie was almost overjoyed. That was the mysterious girl’s table. She served the food to the girl and her... Boyfriend? Brother? What were they? Cousins? Friends?
She put the thoughts behind her as she served the veal scaloppini and linguine al vongole. The girl and her acquaintance looked up at Nathalie and nodded in thanks, and she turned away. She walked toward the kitchen.
She served more customers and took more orders, and got bored. She kept checking the clock.