He looked at his family, gathered around him, smiling, laughing, and having the time of their lives. Except for their little angel, who seemed not to mind the noise as she slept throughout the trip.
Everybody was busy planning the wedding that was happening in a few hours. Hopefully, everything would go according to plan and without a hitch.
So far, he had called ahead to his friend, one of his favorite clients, who agreed to help him with his plan. He owned one of the most extravagant hotels on the Las Vegas strip. If anyone could make this happen, it was her.
"Are you sure about this?" Amelia asked him, slightly wary that his plan might not go as he wanted since there was such a short time. "You know, I don't mind if we go to one of the chapels where Elvis presides." She suggested.
