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Idea 3: An Affair to Forget—This is essentially based off the movie “An Affair to Remember” CB style. ;p If you haven’t seen the movie, GO SEE IT! It’s amazing. And see the older version with Carey Grant. ;) You’ll regret it if ya don’t! XD
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    Her long brunette curls floated in the breeze across her back. The light hat she had chosen threatened to fly off and it took everything within her to refuse strapping it down with some ducktape. The blue navy dress curved around her figure and her six inch heels delectably showed off her slender legs. She grabbed her small designer bag and draping it over her shoulder, she headed for the suddenly emptied ramp at the base of the cruise ship.
    Four men with suitcases came trotting after her.
    Everyone would’ve moved aside naturally. It wasn’t everyday the heiress to Waldorf designs came waltzing past the normal individual. She was hardly outside either France with her father or New York amongst her friends and mother. She walked with style and an effortless grace. People just moved aside. You’d think she was the queen of the England, even if she was anything but. The Queen of England wasn’t snappy. And she wasn’t even close to being as beautiful as Blair Waldorf in her mid-twenties. At least, no one would admit to it in her presence.
    But, she was early.
    So no one was really there to begin with. Well, a few stragglers…but they were just getting out of their vehicles and looked to be heading for a different ramp.
    Lucky them.
    The last crowd of people that had to endure Blair Waldorf’s rath were hardly seen in her vicinity again.
    Shame.
    She turned around slightly to see if the men were coming, growing impatient already. She rolled her eyes, but softened to a sweet smile when she saw a familiar face waving from the limo she had just exited.
    “Good-bye Darling!” he called out, his blonde bangs doing nothing but send tingles down her back. Her smile widened and she winked at him, blowing a kiss in the aftermath.
    “I’ll see you in ten days!” she waved…a little too rapidly at him, hidden purpose in her meaning.
    He would pay for not going with her on this romantic cruise. Again.
    And the chains were racking up, as he said nothing more, but just rolled up the limo window and was driven away.
    Blair huffed at the four men panting all around her, and rolled her eyes, climbing the ramp. She could hear them still panting, and the man at the door leading to the ship grew nervous, straightening his bowtie.
    “Are you coming?!” she snapped, flipping her head around once more, curls flying everywhere, and her hat officially flying off. Her eyes closed in aggravation as the helpers scurried up the ramp and ran past her, unwilling for any more anger to be directed to them.
    Blair looked towards the direction her hat had gone, and saw it calmly floating on the water just beneath the ramp on the far side of the ship. She grumbled heavily, then brought the strap of her purse farther up her shoulder, snatching the cruise brochure from the greeter at the entrance of the ship and throwing her ticket in his face.
    “W-welcome aboard, M-miss…” he began, genuinely scared for his life, as he inspected her ticket.
    She had already stormed down the hallway though, no doubt desperate to find her room and rid herself of the weak suitcase pullers she had hired for herself, or rather…her fiance had hired.
    “Waldorf,” the man gulped, wiping the sweat away from his forehead as he attempted to remain calm. For his own sake, he hoped the rumors were NOT true.
    He clipped her ticket and held the part she was supposed to be taking in his left hand.
    He would have to return it to her.
    He glanced down the hallway she had gone, and heard a crash.
    His eyes glanced to Heaven, and he began praying fervently.
    Then, there was silence.
    He gasped, turning taking a step inside the ship.
    “Milo, you idiot!!” he heard Blair call up to one of the hands, as he gathered up her things that had spilled a few feet before her room.
    He turned back around and resumed his spot in front of the ship’s door.
    “Make everything as comfortable and pleasant as possible…be helpful…the customer is always right, the guest is always right…make everything as comfortable and pleasant as possible…” he muttered countless times through his head. “Oh Lordie…Lordie, Lordie, Lordie…” he swept some sweat off his forehead.
    Ten minutes had gone by, and already other people were starting to arrive, getting out of their cars in a hasty rush to get onto the cruise ship. He could still here the stressed out, blue-suited men fumbling about behind him, and down the hall.
    All he could pray for was silence.
    And little to no commotion. At least until the ship had departed from the dock.
    Something big fell. He heard it. And there was silence.
    He straightened his bowtie again, and plastered a smile onto his face for the next awaiting customer.
    A little blonde girl with FAR too much energy.
    His eyes grimaced in pain as she stomped past him, using his foot as a stepping tool. Her parents apologized sincerely and quickly, as they passed over the tickets and received them back in an instant, after being checked and properly clipped.
    God, help us.
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A/N: I was going to do Chuck’s POV next…when HE got on the ship, but these are just little previews…and since I will be more likely than not having to do 6 CB stories before I get to this one, I thought I shouldn’t jump into too much. ;)

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