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find something to wear.”
    “So you won’t be here when I get back?”
    “Do you want me to be? It’s at the Graceland Chapel, right? I thought we’d just meet there.”
    “It’ll be kind of cool to see each other at the chapel, just before, dressed and ready to walk down the aisle.”
    “You’re going to walk around Vegas by yourself for three hours?”
    “I grew up here, remember?”
    Travis thought for a moment. “Isn’t Jesse still working as a pit boss?”
    I lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him. But even if he was, the only casino I’ll be anywhere near is the Bellagio’s, and that’s just long
enough for me to walk through to our room.”
    Travis seemed satisfied with that, and then nodded. “Meet you there.” He winked at me, and then shut the bathroom door.
    I grabbed my purse off the bed and the room keycard, and, after glancing at the bathroom door, picked up Travis’s cell phone off the nightstand.
    Opening his contacts, I pressed on the name I needed, sent the contact information to my phone via text, and then deleted the text message the second it went through. When I set his phone down,
the bathroom door opened, and Travis appeared in just a towel.
    “Marriage license?” he asked.
    “The chapel will take care of it for an extra fee.”
    Travis nodded, seeming relieved, and then shut the door again.
    I yanked the room door open and made my way to the elevator, inputting and then calling the new number.
    “Please pick up,” I whispered. The elevator opened, revealing a crowd of young women, probably just a little older than me. They were giggling and slurring their words, half of them
discussing their night, the others deciding if they should go to bed or just stay up so they wouldn’t miss their flight home.
    “Pick up, damnit,” I said after the first ring. Three rings later, voicemail chimed in.
    You’ve reached Trent. You know what to do.
    “Ugh,” I huffed, letting my hand fall to my thigh. The door opened, and I walked with purpose to the Bellagio shops.
    After searching through too fancy, too trashy, too much lace, too many beads, and too . . . much of everything, I finally found it: the dress I would wear when I became Mrs. Maddox. It was
white, of course, and tea length. Fairly plain, really, except for the sheer bateau neckline and a white satin ribbon that tied around the waist. I stood in the mirror, letting my eyes study each
line and detail. It was beautiful, and I felt beautiful in it. In just a couple of hours, I would be standing next to Travis Maddox, watching his eyes take in every curve of the fabric.
    I walked along the wall, scanning the numerous veils. After trying on the fourth, I placed it back into its cubby, flustered. A veil was too proper. Too innocent. Another display caught my eye,
and I walked toward it, letting my fingers run over the different beads, pearls, stones, and metals of various hairpins. They were less delicate, and more . . .
me
. There were so many on
the table, but I kept coming back to one in particular. It had a small, silver comb, and the rest of it was just dozens of different-size rhinestones that somehow formed a butterfly. Without
knowing why, I held it in my hand, sure it was perfect.
    The shoes were in the back of the store. They didn’t have a huge selection, but luckily I wasn’t super picky and chose the first pair of silver strappy heels I saw. Two straps went
over my toes, and two more around my ankle, with a group of pearls to camouflage the belt. Thankfully they had size six in stock, and I was on to the last thing on my list: jewelry.
    I chose a simple but elegant pair of pearl earrings. At the top, where they fastened to my ear, was a small cubic zirconia, just flashy enough for a special occasion, and a matching necklace.
Never in my life had I wanted to stand out. Apparently even my wedding wouldn’t change that for me.
    I thought about the first time I stood in front of Travis.