Scott is waiting for me in my driveway at the crack of dawn so we can arrive at the airport an hour before our flight. He pops the trunk open and I hoist my over-packed Vuitton knock-off bag into his car, being careful not to scratch his paint. I get in the car and can’t contain my grin of excitement, “This is going to be so much fun,” I gush. “Whatever happens in Paris is staying in Paris!” I promise.

“Excited?” he asks sarcastically. He places his hand on the back of my headrest, and starts backing out of the driveway, “Do you have everything you need?”

I start digging...