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It's Vegas, Princess. Go big or go home right?"
My head is POUNDING.
The sunlight is bright.
Sebastian naps in the passenger seat beside me as I drive in the early morning light. Thankfully the roads are fairly clear at this time of day, because my mind wanders some.
I must take a turn too swiftly and Sebastian shifts some in his sleep. Out of the corner of my eye I catch the glint of a ring on his left hand as it glimmers in the morning sunlight.
We're so fucked.
18 hours before.....
"Winner!! The Tall Gentleman with the piercing green eyes at the end of the table."
I jump up and down at the casino worker pushes a pile of red chips down the table in Sebastian's direction.
We're currently in the VIP section of the Paris Hotel & Casino, at a Craps table tossing dice. Staff immediately ushered us back to this more secluded section when they first saw us wanting to play since they still assume that Seb is Grant Gustin. His looks really don't hurt either. He is the younger replica of the speedy superhero. And it's so weird to see him play up the façade.
People have been asking for his, well for Grant Gustin's, autograph. Thankfully taking photos in this part of the casino are strictly prohibited. And I can see why. I'm pretty sure Ben Affleck is playing poker at a table nearby.
The thing about gambling, well even though I'm not old enough and just standing beside Sebastian as HE does it, the cocktail waitresses are still bringing us drinks.
Free drinks.
Maybe one too many wine spritzers on my part, the world is starting to feel a little hazy. I've lost count of the amount of gin martinis Sebastian has had.
He's so adorable.....
Green eyes bright as he cashes in his winnings.
Giddy smile as he comes back over to me. Lifting me up and spinning me around.
Soft kisses to my forehead, my cheek, my lips.
Things are amazing.....
Wonderful.
It can't really get any better.
Sebastian's voice in my ear is intoxicating. So intoxicating.
'Je t'aime, jolie fille. Je t'aime tellement. Epouse-moi maintenant. Maintenant. Faisons-le simplement... Marions-nous.' ('I love you, Pretty Girl. I love you so much. Marry me now. Right now. Let's just do it..... Let's get married. ')
The world passes by in a blur.
Sebastian squeezes my hand as we stand outside of a room.
Chapelle Du Paradis
"Let's do this, Ma Cherie."
I give a resolute nod as I follow Sebastian into the chapel.
Present time....
My head is POUNDING.
Sebastian rouses, hand sleepily rubbing his eyes as I stop to pick us up some coffees. My GPS says we're only about thirty minutes away from my new place near Venice Beach.
He sounds groggy.
"Morning Mrs Smythe."
Yea....
We're totally fucked.
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