Waking Up In Vegas

Part 1 - Surprise Kidnapping

   I just got home from my last dress alterations, the day before the wedding, I was stressed and every room I walked in seems like they were spinning. When I walked it, someone grabbed me by behind, covering my eyes. I screamed and a hand covered my mouth. Only then did I realize the hands were way too soft to be from a man.

   “Dia, shut up!” a feminine voice said and I easily recognized Charlotte, one of my closest best friend.

   I tried to tell her to let go, but her hand made it impossible. She pulled me outside and heard a car park at front. Someone came out and Charlotte removed her hand on my eyes to replace it with a blind-fold. She kept pushing me to God-knows-where and she pushed me into the car. When the door closed, she finally removed her hand on my mouth.

   “What the fuck, Charlotte? Let me go!” I said, fighting to with the person trying to tie my hands.

   “Would you just shut up, Dia? It’s a surprise!” I heard Britney say.

   “What are you guys doing? Where are you taking me?” I kept asking.

   “Would someone knock her out so she’d shut up?’’ Charlotte asked in an annoyed voice.

   “Oh, like you can really complain right now,’’ I said sarcastically.

   “We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, so please, just sit down, look pretty and shut up,’’ she said with her usual sassy tone when she was irritated with someone.

   Not wanting to get into it with her right now, I did as she said though it was really annoying not seeing or knowing where we were going.

   About two hours later, I found out that Sarah and Jen were also with us. They weren’t really my friends, but Charlotte’s friends and they didn’t seem to like me for a reason, like they were holding a grudge against me or something.

   I finally heard the car stop and Britney told me I could take the blind fold off. I removed it slowly, scared of where my friends brought be against my will.

   I looked out to see a white tall building that looked like a very pricy place and looked at the name to read “Cesar Palace”. I jaw dropped. It was beautiful with tall fountains and sculptures.

   “You guys actually drove me all the way to Vegas to stay in a night in Cesar Palace?” I asked, absolutly shocked.

   “Of course not. We came to gamble and party!” Charlotte yelled out and flipped her long blond hair around.

   The other girls started to cheer, but I wasn’t so sure.

   “I don’t know, Char...” I started.

   “No one ever got hurt by having a little fun, Miss Stick-Up-Her-Ass. You’ve been so stressed out lately, it’s driving me crazy!” she said, shuting me up.

   “Fine...” I said after a moment. She was right, I wasn’t really pleasent this past week. “But promise me you’ll watch my drinking. You know how I get and I don’t want any mistakes tonight,” I warned her.

   “Yeah, yeah,” she said not really listenning as we got out of the car and she gave the key’s to the valay. “Let’s go get changed, no way I’m partying in this, it’s so mom like,’’ she said, pointing her blouse.

   “That’s because you are a mom, Char,’’ Britney responded and laughed.

   “Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes.

   We walked up to the counter and checked in to our suit. The girls got their money together to paid for it. We took an elevator up to the 26th floor and entered our room. It was vaste and luxgeorious with a huge window with an excelent view on Las Vegas. We each shared a room with someone else accepte for Charlotte – me and Britney were pared up.

   Our room was big with two Queen sized beds. The decor was modern, but acient Rome inspired.

   It was only when Britney opened her suit-case to take out her party dress did I realize that I didn’t have anything but what I wore all day – a plain white t-shirt with jeans.

   “Hm, Brit, what am I suppost to wear?” I asked, hoping she had something.

   “Oh, right!” she said before running out the room in her bra and panties. She ran back in with the suitcase no one grabbed when we came in. “Here, you’re wedding present,” she said with a huge smile.

   I opened it to see a bunch of new clothes with a beautiful red coctail dress on the top.

    “Thank you,” I said, estatic before pulling her into a tight hug.

   “It’s nothing,” she said modestly after pulling away.

   “You’re the best, Britney. Don’t you ever forget that,” I said.

   “I know,” she joked. “I just wanted to say that after you get married... you might change. Listen!,” she said when she saw I was about to cut her off. “You might get kids or move away or get too busy to spend anytime with me. I just don’t want you to forget who you are. Or who I am,” she said, getting a bit teary-eyed. “It’s not that I don’t want you getting married, I’m really happy for you and I like Tom, just... be careful with your choices in life.”

   I was also getting teary-eyed hearing her say these things and I took her in my arms again, on the verge of exploding in tears.

   “Oh, Brit, I love you! I could never forget you and before any important life decision, I promise, I’ll always come see you first. You’re my best friend and that’s never going to change,” I said, squeezing her tightly.

    “Ok, I can’t breath,” she said gasping for air.

   I pulled away and smiled at my closest friend.

   “Sorry... We should be getting ready, wouldn’t want to make Charlotte wait. You know how she gets.”

   We laughed and she went to the bathroom to check her make up.