Looking for a wife?
Nigel Clegg couldn't help but think of Victoria's mom's attitude and nearly laughed.
If she kept pressuring him like this, he might as well bring a man home next time.
Just to tease Mommy, to see what kind of fuss she would make.
It was now the beginning of the evening.
In Las Vegas, even during the day, the city was steeped in a drunken revelry of wealth and excess, which only became more pronounced as night fell.
Nigel stood outside the Casino named Haugold, watching the constant stream of gamblers and tourists.
He was interested in deducing whether they were long-time gamblers or just tourists looking for fun, whether they were wealthy or deeply in debt, and even their professions, their families, and possibly their life trajectories, all based on their expressions, attire, and behavior.
Nigel enjoyed doing this—observing people.
His famously broad-minded sister had once said he was like a little person living in the hearts of others.
