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I thought for a moment. In a way, I would miss some of it, but eloping seemed much more our style. We could always have a big party later. “No. I have a dream wedding gown, but I could do without all the rest. Including the hassle of planning it.”
Bash looked off into the distance as a louder clap of thunder rumbled overhead. “How about this: you order your dream gown, or whatever you have to do, and let me know when you get it. Then, be prepared to elope to Vegas with me.”
I brushed my lips against his. “That sounds like a very good plan.”
A few fat drops of rain began to fall. I scrambled to get off his lap. The sky was about to open up. I was about to scurry inside when Bash wrapped his arms around my waist and stopped me.
I smacked his arm. “Hurry, Bash, we have to get inside or we’re going to get drenched.”
He tightened his hold on me. “I believe you just agreed to be my wife.”
Lightning streaked through the sky and the rain began to fall harder.
“I did.”
He pulled me tight against his body and weaved his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I believe we have a book about time traveling to listen to.”
The intensity in his eyes had my insides firing up. “We do. Did you bring the bondage rope?”
His eyes were smoldering now. “I did.”
The sky opened up, and the rain turned into a heavy downpour.
I blinked against the water dripping off my eyelashes. “Bash, I’m getting wet.”
“That’s what I’m counting on, wifey.”
His lips descended on mine for a kiss in the middle of the crazy storm that was lashing the trees and lighting up the sky all around us.
It was a beautiful weekend in June when we decided to elope. We decided at the very last minute, so we dropped Kody off at Bash’s parent’s house, then hopped into my Mercedes to drive to Las Vegas. We stayed the night at The Venetian bringing back all the memories from our first wedding — not that I remembered the actual ceremony.
We ordered the same exact wedding package we’d ordered the first time. A limousine chauffeured us to the Las Vegas Marriage License Bureau and waited until we had the completed paperwork. Then, it took us to the Amore Mio Wedding Chapel, where I was allowed to get ready in a little dressing room while Bash waited outside.
I slipped into my dream wedding dress, a strapless white ball gown with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice was adorned with intricate beading and pearls, and the skirt had a beautiful tulle overlay that fell gracefully in delicate waves to the floor. The overall look was both classic and modern, timeless yet fashionable.
I peeked into the full-length mirror to see how I looked. I’d already had my hair and makeup done earlier at the hotel. The hairdresser had pulled the sides of my hair back in a twist and tucked them into a cluster of pink magnolia blossoms and left the rest of my hair hanging down my back in soft curls. I clipped the delicate chandelier earrings onto my ears and then stepped into my heels.
I grabbed the wedding bouquet that had been supplied by the venue, the one that was identical to the bouquet from my first wedding and took a deep breath. The bouquet was cheaper looking than the rest of my ensemble, but it held some nostalgia. Overall, I felt like a fairytale princess. I felt a pinch of regret that none of my friends or family would experience this day with me, but I pushed that aside. Brimming with excitement to be marrying Bash, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the room.
I gasped in surprise. Bash was waiting for me, wearing a tuxedo. He looked stunning. “A tuxedo! You look—“
He stopped me and reached for my hand. “You are so gorgeous. I was so impatient to get married, but it was absolutely worth the extra weeks of wait to see you in this gown.”
He twirled me around slowly and whistled softly. “Damn, this ceremony better be quick. I don’t know how long I can keep my hands off you.”
“Judging from the video of our first wedding, it’ll be over really quick,” I responded dryly.
He tilted his head but didn’t comment. “C’mon, let’s go get this over with. Let’s go find Elvis.”
We took selfies while we waited for the couple before us to say their vows, and then suddenly it was our turn.
We walked up to the lectern in the room that looked like it came straight out of a VFW hall. Fake Elvis seemed drunk, but it was hard to tell with his giant sunglasses. He was wearing white bell-bottom pants with a matching blazer decked out with rhinestones. His oversized sideburns and pompadour were clearly a wig.
“Are we all ready, folks?” He asked in a surprising Australian accent.
I glanced at Bash and he simply nodded.
Elvis picked up his pen and then scratched out something on the paper resting on the lectern. “Sebastian and Lacey, is it?”
