Anne was busy in her and her husband's shared bedroom, carefully painting her nails a deep red. She was going with her husband, Michael, abroad. Well, not for fun He had a business trip, and she wanted to go.

Anne loved to travel. She lived for the finer things in life, jewelry, money, dresses, everything. And her husband, maybe not as much as money and dresses but..

She was saying on the edge of the bed, her hand pressed on a towel incase the crimson nail polish managed to stain the black bedsheets. Anne was painting them meticulously, she wanted to look amazing.

Even if they were just going on a plane to Milan. Her and her husband were going to fly in first class, as usual. Was it just going to be boring for her? Yes. But any excuse to go traveling and spend money would be taken.

Michael and Anne were in love. They were soulmates, that's what done people said about the two. They were like Morticia and Gomez Addams, they were madly in love.

They had a massive, million-dollar wedding. Anne's wedding dress had been custom-made. It was 400,000 dollars. But it's not like Michael could ever say no to her, and the dress was perfect.

It resembled Cinderella in some ways, with it's poofiness and mountains of ruffles. She had a long, lacy veil and her hair was neatly curled and shoulder length, it was the prettiest she had ever felt in her entire life. It was honestly the best day of her whole life.

Anne had packed all of her bags up, which ended up being three suitcases for two weeks in Milan for Michael's business trip.

She had packed tons of stilettos, short dresses, jewelry. Everything that she thought she would need. The three suitcases were sat next to her legs that were dangling over the bed as she cautiously painted her pointer finger with red nail polish. It was 7:45, they needed to catch their plane to Milan at 9:30.

"Oh," she said as Michael walked in. "I'm just painting my nails, are you packed and ready? You better be, I'm not being a minute late." Anne interrogated, focused on her nails.