Chapter twenty - eight

        Getting down from the plane, the air blew her curly hair, she quickly held it down with her hand. What a silly mistake, she was not with a hair tie.

" Here", Anita said handing her a pink hair bow.

" Thank you", she muttered.

  Hurrying, she packed her curly waves into a neat ponytail, they raced down the plane laughing and screaming as they entered the airport.

   " Oh, that was fun", said Anita

 She held her luggage leaning on it when she was out of breath.

    " Yeah"

Elizabeth scanned the room for the person that was sent to pick them.

She saw a man in tight outfits waving a cardboard in the air. He searched through the crowds, his hand on his waist.

He look like a gay, his hair was gelled back neatly.

She squirmed her eyes,