Zipping her suitcase shut, Lisa pulled it from he bed and raced down the stairs. She was finally moving. "I'm an official adult!" She exclaimed lifting her little brother and spinning him around the room before wrapping him in a tight hug. Taking one last look at the house she had grown up in she took a deep breath before waving goodbye and starting her new life.

The ride to the airport was full of her mom gushing and fawning over how 'her little girl,' was all grown up. "You're graduated from college, and you already have a job, in Italy as a photographer. My baby girl, all gown up and saving Italy!" Wiping a tear from her eyes she looked at her daughter who was trying not to laugh.

"Mom, its only for one year, and I doubt I'm gonna save Italy. Wait-" She paused turning to her mother, did you just quote Mulan?"

Isabelle turned to look at her daughter. "I attempted to, I'm not sure I got it right." She said tapping the steering wheel feeling the nerves kick in. "Why don't you just stay, or go to France and stay with Aunt Elise? Maybe you'd run into the that handsome tour guide again. I want grand babies!"

"Oh would you look there, we're here." Lisa announced swiftly exiting the car. She did not need to hear the 'marriage talk,' lately that's all her mother seemed to want to talk about. Pulling her brown suitcase from the car she turned to face her mother. "I'm going to miss you, mom." She said pulling her into a big hug.

"I love you baby girl." Her mother whispered before standing back and wiping tears from her eyes. "Bring back a European man, I don't care if you elope."

"Like duh, of course I will!" Lisa laughed as she gave her mother one last hug before walking into the airport. Looking back one last time she saw her mother arguing with an attendant, of course Isabelle Williams would pick a fight. Shaking her head at her mother's antics, Lisa walked towards her next adventure.

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Unknown POV

"I don't see why he insisted we need a photographer, he's such a jerk sometimes!" A man with a rather obvious curl complained to the man next to him.

"Because it would be fun, Romano. You also need to document your history." The Spanish man remarked laughing at the grumpiness of his friend.

"Shut up you jerk bastard. I didn't ask for your opinion, idiota!" Romano grumbled as he held up a sign with the words "L. Jean" written in bold, black marker. "I bet this guy is going to be a pansy, after all he's French!"

"He's not French, he's American." The taller man with green eyes said as he surveyed the crowd looking for this Mr. L. Jean.

"Perfect! Perfect, of course little brother would pick a stupido Americano for a photographer. That's worse, this guy is going to be a complete bast-" He stopped his ranting to see a beautiful girl with blonde hair looking around the crowd. "Toni, do you see that bella ragazza?" He asked hitting his friend to get his attention.

"Si, why don't you offer to show her around?" He said giving the Italian man a nudge forward. "Although she might just ask you instead." He laughed his signature laugh as the young woman walking towards them.

"Mi scusi! Parla inglese?" The young woman said as she walked towards them.

"Si! How can I help a bella ragazza such as yourself?" Romano charmingly smiled at the young woman.

"Um, uh-" she said suddenly feeling quite flustered. "Your sign is wrong. It should be L. Jeanne."

Looking down at the sign and back at the girl he smiled. "Oh, I see. What does the L stand for?"

"It stands for Lisa." She smiled, "what are your names?"

"I am Romano Vargas, and this idiota is Antonio. Let me take your bag I'll put it in the car for you." Taking her bag, Romano noted that she kept her camera case.

"I'll keep the camera with me, if that's alright."

"Si, that's fine bella." Walking to the car he smiled, maybe his younger brother wasn't such an idiota after all.

Lisa stood looking at the red Maserati, "it's beautiful." She murmured.

"Yes it is, but once we're going you won't like it.  Romano is a crazy driver." He said looking down at the girl with a curious expression. "Are you sure we haven't met? You look very familiar and I never forget a face."

"Um, I don't think so, maybe we passed by in an airport. That's more likely." Smiling she gingerly entered the car worried that she would scratch it.

Closing the door after her Spain sat in the front seat still trying to think of where he had seen her before. Searching his memories he remembered a picture France had excitedly shown him. Taking in a deep breath his eyes widened. "Joan."