Cliché

An Italian Wedding

Christina's POV

Having no caffeine in my system was already worse enough.

But you know what's even worse than no coffee?

Packing.

Packing for what?

Your ex's parents' wedding.

Fun, right?

Wrong.

It was 7:00 AM when my mum flew in my room, pronouncing words so fast, I was afraid the woman would faint from lack of air.

When I finally came to my senses and picked up on the few words that sounded like "wedding" and "Blake", it was very clear on what she was yelling about. I turned to look at the calendar and sure enough, today was the day we were flying out to Italy for Blake's mom's wedding.

The problem?

Our flight left in 2 hours, neither one of us were packed, and let's not forget the fact that I would actually have to face Blake directly; the one and only thing I've been keen on avoiding.

Grumbling and muttering, I threw my covers off the bed and threw my suitcase on the bed, picking different clothes items from my dresser, and plucking the dress my mum had laid out for me.

I was tempted to feign sickness, anything just to get out of going. But I would much rather face him sooner, than later.

The lack of coffee was getting to me, and my foot stumbled into the side of my bed, causing me to groan and wince in pain. Feeling my mood bump down a few more notches, I really wasn't one you wanted to mess with.

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Nearly an hour later, all my bags were packed, I looked somewhat decent, and my foot wasn't throbbing at the moment.

I carried all my bags down to the foyer where mum was already standing, shuffling through the passports and tickets, when she heard me come.

"Yay!" she squealed, "we're going to Italy!"

I grumbled a response and she pouted, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "You're such a party pooper." she remarked.

"And you're a child," I shot back playfully, feeling a smile come onto my lips despite the sour mood I was in. "Mom?" I asked, suddenly having an idea.

"Yes?" she asked as we loaded the car.

"Can we please stop to get some coffee? The lack of caffeine is physically killing me and I'm really going to need it for what's ahead of us." I asked nicely, adding the puppy dog eyes for safe measures.

She laughed and shook her head. "Don't think you're the only one who needs coffee," she scoffed playfully, "of course we're going to get coffee!"

I exhaled a breath of relief and allowed myself to smile, as I shoved the rest  of the bags in the car, and closed the trunk.

"Here," mum said as we settled ourselves in the car, "plug it in." I took the aux cord from her and scrolled through the playlist of songs I had, deciding what would fit for the situation.

Taylor Swift, Shawn Mendes, Ed Sheeran, Post Malone...

Deciding on Post Malone's new album, I clicked on it, and music started playing. After 5 minutes of soaking in the lyrics, I found myself starting to relax slightly.