Marco
Prince Marco strolled across the floor of his hotel suite. It was a nice room, there was no doubt about it. It had the best amenities of any hotel in Memphis, at least that's what Valetta assured him. It was filled with big leather furniture, stainless steel kitchen appliances in the over-sized attached kitchen, and floor to ceiling windows alone the outside wall. It also included a hot tub in the bathroom and a massive balcony that overlooked downtown Memphis.
Despite its grandiose appearance, the place was significantly smaller than his own bedroom at his palace on Orsino Island. He didn’t mind, though. It made the trip feel more real. He didn't care if it was the biggest or the best because he was on his own. This was the last time his life would be his own and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
He unbuttoned his white dress shirt and slipped it off of his shoulders, tossing it onto the bed. It was still early in the day, but he already felt accomplished. He had just found the woman that would take care of him during his vacation in the States.
He shook his head and let out a sigh of relief. Valetta had almost insisted on canceling the trip when his original trip assistant had fallen ill, but Marco had managed to talk her out of it. He had assured her that an American girl could do the job.
He thanked his lucky stars that he'd found Sabrina. He had thought it would be easy at first, to find the perfect girl with all of the right qualities, the most important of them being that she couldn’t know who Marco was. But that was a quality that was harder to find than he had imagined, being that he was the Prince of Orsino Island. They'd interviewed what felt like hundreds of girls and he was about to cancel the trip, but, luckily he had found her.
Sabrina, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, he thought as he plopped down onto the bed and put his hands behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling and let out a relaxed sigh. His new assistant, Sabrina, whom he had only quickly greeted after hiring her for the job, was still fresh on his mind.
He couldn’t shake the image of her sweet smile, her smooth and silky auburn hair, or the way her blue eyes lit up the room. He knew the moment he laid eyes on her from behind that two-way mirror that she was the perfect candidate. There was something innocent and magical about her, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Whatever it was, though, he liked it.
He found himself looking forward to traveling with her. Every one of her job referrals had raved about her and how wonderful and easy to work with she was. He always wondered how truthful people were when they were picked by the applicant, so before this interview, he had sent Valetta to her waitress job to ask the other waitresses when Sabrina wasn't working. The only negative thing said about her was that she was too eager to pick up extra hours and she made the other waitresses look bad because of it.
He checked his watch and did the mental math to figure out the time change. His father, King Carlo of Orsino, should be back from the doctor by now. He reached into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out his cell, punching in the digits to his father's personal line. His stomach twisted slightly as he waited.
“Hello?” King Carlo answered, his voice gruff and scratchy.
“Hello, Papa,” Marco replied happily, then changed the tone of his voice. “Father. How are you feeling?”
“I’m well, son,” he said. “Or at least, I feel well.”
“How did the doctor's appointment go?” Marco said. The tightness in his stomach spread to his chest. “Is it cancer?”
“They’ve run three kinds of tests so far, including an MRI and blood test,” the father told his son. He paused before delivering the bad news. “They’re certain that the tumor is cancerous.”
Marco sat down hard on the bed as his legs gave out. They had both known for several weeks that the diagnosis would likely be cancer, but Marco had stayed hopeful the entire time. It seemed he had been hopeful for no reason.
“What now?” Marco asked. He was glad his voice didn't falter. He would be strong for his father.
King Carlo let out a slow, difficult breath. “I have another doctor appointment soon to discuss the options.”
“Options?” Hope flickered in Marco's chest. Perhaps this cancer wasn't as bad as they had feared.
“Yes.” He coughed for a moment before continuing to answer. “There are a few different things they can try. From what I’ve learned, surgery is the first thing they like to attempt, but surgery is not always possible.”
“What do you mean it's not always possible?” Marco asked.
“It depends on the size of the tumor and its exact location, as to whether or not they can remove it surgically,” King Carlo explained patiently.
“What if they can’t?” Marco's voice almost cracked with the question.
“Then they’ll probably start talking about chemo and radiation. And even if I do qualify for the surgery, I may have to face those things anyway. Surgery often isn’t the only thing that needs done. It’s likely just the first step of a long journey of recovery.”
A ball of anxiety crept into Marco’s gut. His father had always been so strong and vital. He had always been a giant in Marco's eyes. There was nothing the king of a country couldn't do, couldn't conquer. He was Carlo the Great. The very idea that his own body was destroying him from the inside out terrified Marco.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” Marco said. He wished he were a small child again so King Carlo could pick him up and spin him around to make him laugh. That used to make everything better.
“For what?” he said with a raspy chuckle. “You certainly didn’t give me cancer. I mean sure, you were a difficult teenager, but that isn't what did this to me.”
Marco managed a half smile, happy to see that his dad hadn’t lost his sense of humor.
“When do you see the doctor again?” Marco asked.
“They haven’t made an appointment yet.” His father sighed, sounding more tired than Marco remembered. “It will be soon, though. They tell me that the earlier they do the surgery, the better the prognosis.”
“I will come home, Papa,” Marco said. “I don’t need to stay in the States for this vacation. I should be there for you. I should speak to the doctors.”
“Nonsense,” King Carlo said. “I’m excited for you to get away from the island for a while. It’ll be good for you to do some traveling and have some fun before you take the crown. I don’t want you to worry about me or my meeting with the doctors to discuss surgery. I will be fine. You needn't worry.”
“I am worried, though. I can’t help it,” Marco said. “You are my father.”
“I appreciate the concern, my son,” he said gently. “But even if you came home, there’s nothing you can do. You are not a doctor, Marco. I don’t want this disease to end up a burden for both of us. Let’s not give the cancer that kind of power over our lives. You’ve been wanting to take this trip for a long time and there’s no way that I’m letting my illness effect your plans.”
“Are you sure?” Marco said. He stood from the bed and began to pace across the plush carpet. “I feel like I should be there, even if there’s nothing that I can do.”
“Marco, you’d be doing both of us a disservice for coming home early. You’d ruin your trip and I’d be angry at you for doing so,” King Carlo replied. “Just stay in the states and enjoy yourself.”
Marco sighed. He knew that there was nothing he could do, but he hated being an ocean away from his father during this. He knew being in the room with the doctors wouldn't change the outcome, but he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
“I know you are thinking of coming home,” Carlo said, as if reading Marco's mind. “If you do, I will be quite angry. You must go on this trip. That's a royal command, Marco.” For a moment, Marco felt the old strength that his father once had creep into his voice.
Marco sighed. His father only ever said that if he was serious. “I want you to know that I’m only a phone call away. If you need me back at the palace, I’ll drop everything and get on a plane immediately.”
“You are a good son,” Marco's father told him. Marco's chest swelled with pride at his father's compliment.
“Thank you, Father,” Marco said. He stopped pacing and instead gazed out the large window at the city below..
MarcoKing Carlo cleared his throat. “So tell me, Marco, how did the interviews go today? Did you find someone to help you while on your sabbatical?”“I did,” Marco said. Sabrina’s face flashed into Marco’s mind.“And...?”“Her name is Sabrina. She’s from Memphis, Tennessee, born and raised. In fact, she lives just a few miles from the hotel where I’m staying now.” Marco couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice and his father recognized it immediately.“She’s attractive, I take it,” the old man said.“Did I give it away?” Marco asked. He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled slightly.“You always do.”“Well, you’re right. She is very attractive,” he told his father. He couldn't stop the smile as she pictured her face. “There’s something about her that intrigues me. She’s not flashy and vain like most of the women I encounter. She seems simple, but a good kind of simple. There’s an innocence in her that I find myself drawn to.”The king chuckled. “She sounds lovely, Marco. But don’
SabrinaSabrina was on cloud nine as she left the conference room and walked toward the lobby of the hotel. There was a beat of exhilaration and energy in her step, now that the interview was over and she had landed the job of a lifetime.Things are turning around for me, she thought. This opportunity is going to be the new beginning that I've needed for a long time. I can't believe how things are coming together right now.She flashed a confident smile toward the young man working at the hotel's front desk, before striding out of the entrance and into the parking lot. She found her old beat up Toyota Corolla sitting lonely at the edge of the parking lot. She hopped in and turned the key.The engine jerked and then rumbled to a start, causing the worn belts to squeal in agony. While the engine warmed, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed her mother, Anna. It rang four times before she finally picked up.“Hello?” her mother said. Her tone made it sound like Sabrina had interrupted
SabrinaThump-thump, thump-thump-thump.She beat the screen door on the neighbor's trailer with the same rhythmic knock she’d been using since her childhood. It was a pattern that hadn’t changed in almost twenty years.The door hinges squeaked as it opened and Aunt Faye stood in the trailer, smiling wide. She was a stout woman whose weight gave way to a particularly jolly laugh. Like most days, she was wearing a cotton dress and shoes that hugged her tiny feet.She was clearly happy that her goddaughter had paid a visit. It was written all over her face.“Hey, Bean,” Faye said, her English accent formal and friendly at the same time.“Hey, Aunty,” Sabrina said, pulling the older woman in for a hug. The two embraced each other as if it’d been years since they had spoken, even though it had been less than a day.“I bet you have some news for me,” Faye said as they broke from their hug, her eyebrows arching into her gray wispy bangs.Sabrina grinned.“Come inside, love,” Faye said, stepp
MarcoMarco sat in the back of the rented Lincoln Town-car. He was quickly realizing that he was far too tall to be sitting in the back seat.“Valetta, I thought we rented the biggest car we could find,” he said, attempting to stretch his long legs. “I’m cramped back here.”“This is the biggest car they had,” Valetta said, as she looked up into the rear view mirror and smirked. She brought her gaze back to the road as she pulled the car off of the highway and into a suburb near downtown Memphis. “Unless we wanted to rent a limousine, but then that would have defeated our efforts of trying to remain inconspicuous.”“Good point,” Marco said. “I’m starting to wonder if that would have been a better option, though. I'm not sure how we're all going to fit.”“Now, now,” Valetta said. “Neither of us needs the headache of someone realizing that the Prince of Orsino is in the States. Besides, you were the one who wanted to come with me to pick Sabrina up. I was going to send a car so she could
Marco“This is your plane?” Sabrina asked, as they boarded the small jet that was parked on a private runway near the airport.“Kind of,” Marco said, as he led the group onto the plane. “I’m able to use it right now, so it’s as good as mine.”“I’ve never even seen a private jet before,” she said, looking around the plane with the awe of a young child. “To be honest, I've never actually been on any plane.”The pilot greeted Marco and they shook hands, while Sabrina and Valetta continued on toward the back of the jet.“The weather is looking excellent today, so it should make for a smooth flight to New York City,” the pilot informed him. “Shouldn’t take but a few hours.”“Perfect,” Marco said. “How long until we take off?”“Ten minutes. If all of your party is here, we can start taxiing to the runway now.”Marco nodded and turned down the aisle leading away from the cockpit. The cabin of the plane was small to his eyes. He was used to his private jet back home, but he was assured this p
SabrinaSabrina's face was practically plastered to the small window of the plane. She watched with absolute wonder as they descended into New York. For her, it was as if they were about to land upon a newly discovered city, something reserved for daydreams and fairy tales. The downtown city of Memphis paled in comparison to New York’s skyscrapers that reached like modern-day castles into the sky. A fraction of New York could swallow all of Memphis, Sabrina thought, and she had never felt so tiny.After a smooth descent, Marco’s plane landed on a small, private runway at John F. Kennedy International Airport. This put his private jet was out of the way of the big commercial airliners landing nearby. Once the pilot had stopped the aircraft, they all exited the directly onto the runway’s pavement where their driver would pick them up.A gust of wind was the first thing to greet Sabrina when the door opened. It caught her hair and whisked it chaotically as she climbed down the jet’s atta
Sabrina“Reservation for Sabrina Wise.” It was her first time ever checking into a hotel, but Valetta had instructed her exactly what to say. Still, Sabrina felt nervous, but she was determined not to show it.“Certainly, Ms. Wise.” The hotel receptionist's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard in front of her. “I see here that you have reserved our suite, as well as an adjoining room. Is that correct?”“Yes, that's right,” Sabrina replied.There was another flurry of keyboard tapping behind the desk. “How many room keys would you like?”“Just two will be fine,” Sabrina said, stumbling slightly. “Or, one for each room, I guess.”The girl behind the table nodded.After paying with the credit card Valetta had given her, Sabrina turned around to admire the rest of the lobby. It was immensely grand and spectacular, looking more like the inside of a castle than a hotel. From the ceiling hung an elaborate chandelier that reflected brilliantly off the marble floors. At one end was a massive
SabrinaMarco’s personal driver pulled up and stopped the vehicle in front of the stadium. As soon as the car stopped, Sabrina and Marco hopped out quickly, as if their exit were being timed. Marco pulled the brim of his plain cap down and put on his sunglasses.Their ride drove off, and the two of them joined one of many lines of people being filtered into the stadium. The massive crowds reminded Sabrina of ants funneling into a colony. She felt glad to have Marco by her side and never allowed herself to get beyond an arm’s reach away.Valetta had secured two club-level seats just to the right of home plate. From what she could figure, these were very good seats.I guess a lot of money makes most things possible, she thought.When the elevator opened on the club level, Marco stepped out and began walking as if he’d been there a thousand times. His type of confidence wasn’t conceited, but more of a levelheaded certainty, something that Sabrina found especially alluring.Without warnin