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“You want to stay there?” He asked. “We’ll have a home there and a home here in L.A.”
Sarah thought about all of her options. “I have a cat and so do you. They probably won’t get along.”
“They’ll have separate bedrooms.” Jameson smiled. “What do you say?” He got down on one knee. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Sarah felt her eyes water. “Hell, yeah!”
Jameson smiled as the memory faded. “And that’s how we’re here.”
Dean blinked as he soaked up all of the information. “Wow.”
“Yo, pour my man a glass of Moet and don’t be stingy with the Moet,” Jameson ordered to a younger, scrawny-built man, “you do that and I’ll give you a fat tip, and not a fat lip. Get!”
Dean glanced around as he watched many workers scrambling to get Jameson’s day ready. They were in the executive suite of the Wynn hotel and everyone seemed to be in a hurry. A wedding planner was on the phone, barking orders. A manicurist set up her table nearby. A private chef laid a gorgeous display of cheeses and wines for everyone.
“What is all this?” Dean asked. “I get a call you’re getting married and I need to rush to Vegas? What’s up with that?”
“I didn’t want to date for years and years, wondering when the right time was. She’s the air I breathe, the light to my fire.” Marcello “Jameson” De Luca fixed his bowtie but decided to not wear it after all. He decided an open collar look was best. His nickname was Jameson because it was his favorite drink. “So, why wait?”
“But it’s so soon?” Dean asked. “I mean, you’ve only known each other three months.”
“So?” Jameson asked. “You asked Sydney to move in with you after three.”
Dean wanted to retort but couldn’t. He moved equally fast. “You caught me.”
“Dude, why wait?” Jameson snapped his fingers and pointed over to Dean. The assistants immediately began to work on Dean’s suit. “If it’s right, it’s right.”
“Okay, but your wealth, though?” Dean asked. Jameson’s family fortune was in the billions.
“Whatever my queen wants, she can have.” Jameson replied. “Money comes and goes. A love like this only comes once.”
Dean listened to what his teammate had to say. Jameson was always wise beyond his years so it didn’t surprise Dean he had such an approach to relationships. “That’s awesome, man.”
“But I know you didn’t come here alone,” Jameson sat back into his chair while a barber worked on his beard, “how’s Syd?”
“Sydney is great, man. We’re in the process of reconciling now.” Dean paused. “There’s an issue, though.”
“What issue is there?” Jameson shrugged. “You love her, she loves you, you two are young and immature enough to grow with each other. What issue do you have?”
“She knows I was with someone else on our break,” Dean began, “she doesn’t know it was with Rebecca.”
Jameson tightened his lips. “That could be an issue, yes.”
~~~~~
“I never thought I would be getting married before you,” Sarah remained as seamstress snapped buttons on her wedding dress. She went for an A-line white cocktail dress and blue Christian Dior suede pumps. She opted not to have a veil and instead, a large white flower in her hair. “The universe is someone’s bitch.”
“Well, hey, I’m happy for you!” Sydney kept still as another seamstress worked on her dress. She wore the same thing as Sarah, except in purple. “Marcello is a really sweet guy and I think you two will have a wonderful marriage!”
“That’s nice and all, but I don’t care,” Sarah deadpanned and Sydney’s eyes widened, “no, not about that. I care aboutthat. I want to know what’s going on in the Days of Sydney’s and Dean’s Lives. You two have more drama than Roman and Marlena.”
“We came here together,” Sydney admitted, “and we’re committed to working things out. We had a nice long talk on the way here and Dean accepts Ian is my manager, though he’s not too thrilled about it. But he’s also no longer threatened by him.”
“He shouldn’t have been, anyway,” Sarah shrugged, “Ian cares more about your art than your relationship.”
“And he’s made that evidently clear,” Sydney replied, “but the show is in a few weeks so maybe I can convince Ian to let Dean back on the Ferguson property.”
“He will. If he wants to keep his number one artist happy, he will. What about the loft? Are you going to stay there?”
