The whole idea of the trip felt like a bad joke, and Jerica wasn't laughing. She could only sigh.
Jerica stepped out of the cab, pulling her modest cabin-size trolley bag behind her as the cool morning air brushed against her face. The assembly point buzzed with subdued chatter, and she quickly spotted Regina seated on a bench, surrounded by three nearly identical designer luggage bags. Regina's perfectly manicured fingers fidgeted with her phone, and her lips pursed when she noticed Jerica approaching.
Jerica couldn't help but glance at the absurd amount of luggage Regina had brought for what was supposed to be a simple two-day trip. What on earth could she possibly need that wouldn't fit in one bag? she wondered, shaking her head slightly. Paying the cab driver, Jerica adjusted her sneakers and rolled her lone weatherproof bag over to an empty bench.
