Genevieve carried her heavy sage green suitcase as she walked though the automative double doors into the Cleveland Hopkins International Airport. The sound of so many people talking and walking did not dim the sound of her own white heels on the linoleum floor. The PA system, difficult to understand as always announced flight arrivals and departures, just to add to the general noise level. "Enjoy your flight to New York, Miss Harding," the ticket agent said with a large smile, wearing a pale blue polyester suit like all the ticket agents. Genevieve thanked her with a smile and a nod and took her boarding pass. After more walking she finally arrived at her gate. "There you are, what took you so long," an energetic voice called out waving a hand. It was Darlene Kit, author, boss, and the one financing this trip. New York was just the first stop on this crazy adventure. As Genevieve went over to hug the woman she respected she thought of how this all started. Darlene was known for her outlandish ideas and Genevieve was usually the one to try to figure out how to make it happen. She was actually pretty good at creating practical realizations to the authors visions so she could experience events before writing. For once though Darlene proved she was more then capable of creating the reality she wanted to write about. And what she want to write about currently was honeymoon travel story. Darlene wasn't interested in getting married herself for this so she chose who she wanted to be married, at least in the context of travel companions. This was the weirdest work assignment ever! Her dark blue eyes looked past Darlene and to the man she was with. A man she really only knew in passing. At least he was willing to go along with this scheme. Absently she tugged on one of her honey colored curls. At least Genevieve hoped he was willing.