Instead, Rossi asks Tatiana, “Wanna?”

NO!

Tatiana, say no!

It’s the drugs, the booze, the Vegas insanity!

Tatiana giggles, a light, airy sound completely disconnected from the gravity of the question.

“Why not?” she says, swaying slightly. “When in Vegas…”

4

Sabrina

Leo lets out a whoop of pure delight. “Holy shit, you guys serious?”

“Deadly,” Rossi replies, pulling Tatiana into another deep kiss right there on the sidewalk.

“They’re actually getting married!” Leo shouts to indifferent passersby. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid who just got a puppy. “Holy fucking shit! Vegas baby!”

This is not happening. This is a nightmare. My best friend is about to marry a billionaire she just met, fueled by GHB and impulse.

ACTIVATE CRISIS MODE.

But I can’t move. Can’t talk.

Rossi glances at his watch. “Fuck. The Clark County Marriage License Bureau closes soon.”

“What time is it?” Tatiana asks vaguely.

“We have only half an hour,” Rossi replies, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. “We’ll never make it.”

Thank God.

Sanity might prevail, yet.

“Not with that attitude,” Leo declares.

Rossi’s face lights up with determination, and he whips out his phone. “Ricardo! We need your driving skills!”

Great. Thanks, Blondie McTrouble.

While we’re waiting for the ride, I pull Tatiana aside.

“This is insane!” I tell her. “You can’t marry him!”

“Why not?” she asks, blinking at me owlishly. “He’s hot. And rich.” She giggles again. “And he has nice calves.”

“Tatiana!” I try to shake some sense into her, but it’s like talking to a beautifully dressed cloud. “You barely know him! You took that stuff Leo gave you! You’re not thinking straight!”

“I feel great!” she insists happily, pulling her arm free. “It’s romantic!”

“Tell her she can’t do this!” I glance at Jess and Amara for support, but they merely smile like idiots.

A sleek black limousine materializes seemingly out of nowhere. A member of Rossi’s security detail opens the back doors.

Rossi starts pulling her towards the limo.