Day Five: A Beautiful Wedding: A Novella ... teaser!
In just a few more hours (12:00 AM CST), we'll choose the winner of the final Travismas contest! Haven't entered? Check out the previous day's blog, "Day Four". The winner will be announced mid-day tomorrow, and I can't wait!
Hold the phone! I just saw that A Beautiful Wedding is at this moment only $3.49! One-click away before changes!
While we're waiting for everyone to get their entry in, I have a couple of things I'd like to share with you. First, I looked for weeks for a dress that was similar to the dress Abby chose for her Las Vegas wedding. Imagine my surprise when Simon & Schuster found the perfect picture!
I present to you, Abby's wedding dress:
Isn't it lovely? Very Abby, and very Vegas! You'll also find out within the pages of A Beautiful Wedding another special choice she makes to wear for her wedding. But you'll have to wait until tomorrow to read about that one!
Second, behold! A [very] short ABW teaser (it's a novella! Can't give too much away!).
The taxi pulled into the circle drive of the Bellagio, and Travis leaned forward with bills to pay the driver. He then pulled out our roller carry-on, and waited for me. I scooted out, taking his hand and stepping out onto the concrete. As if it weren’t in the early AM, people were standing in the taxi line to go a different casino, and others were returning, weaving and laughing after a long night of drinking.
Travis squeezed my hand. “We’re really here.”
“Yep!” I said, pulling him inside. The ceiling was regally ornate. Everybody in the lobby was standing around with their noses in the air.
“What are you—?” I said, turning to Travis. He was letting me pull him while he took in the ceiling.
“Look, Pidge! It’s … wow,” he said, in awe of the huge, multicolored flowers kissing the ceiling.
“Yep!” I said, tugging him to the front desk.
“Checking in,” I said. “And we need to schedule a wedding at a local chapel.”
“Which one?” the man asked.
“Any one. A nice one. A twenty-four hour one.”
“We can help you with that. I’ll just get you checked in here, and then the concierge can help you with a wedding chapel, shows, anything you’d like.”
“Great,” I said, turning to Travis with a triumphant grin. He was still staring at the ceiling.
“Travis!” I said, pulling on his arm.
He turned, snapping out of his hypnotic state. “Yeah?”
“Can you go over to the concierge and get the wedding scheduled?”
“Yeah? I mean yeah. I can do that. Which one?”
I laughed once. “Close. Open all night. Classy.”
“Got it,” he said. He pecked my cheek before pulling the carry-on to the concierge desk.
“We’re under Maddox,” I said, pulling out a piece of paper. “This is our confirmation number.
“Ah, yes. I have a honeymoon suite available if you’d like to upgrade?”
I shook my head. “We’re good.” Travis was across the room, talking with a man behind the desk. They were looking at a brochure together, and he had a huge smile on his face while the man pointed out the different venues.
“Please let this work,” I said under my breath.
“What was that, ma’am?”
“Oh. Nothing,” I said, as he returned to clicking on his computer.