Ella stared at her father for what seemed like five or even ten minutes, with her mouth hanging open, before she could finally formulate a sentence. “You want me to do... what?”
“Henry Caron comes from a good family,” Lloyd continued. “He’s smart, funny, charismatic, and quite good with money. Plus, he knows a lot about technology, just as you do. I feel the two of you will really hit it off.”
The passenger side door popped open, and Ella dove inside. Rome started driving before she even got the door shut, but he had ahold of her, and she knew he’d never let her fall.“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes on her more than the road.“Yes! Just drive!” She managed to get the door closed and her seatbelt on as she checked
With butterflies in his stomach, Rome ran to his apartment and quickly packed a bag. He had no idea how long he’d be gone, so he grabbed three or four days’ worth of clothing. He also grabbed a few items he often wore to hide his identity from fans. When he’d been out shopping the day before, he’d picked up some for Ella as well, thinking she might need them someday when she was out with him. Now was that time.He had a feeling everything was going to come to a head sooner than later. Lloyd Sinders had to know by now where Ella lived. If he cou
The road flew by out the window, streets and cars turning into green pastures and mountains in the distance. Ella loved the feel of Rome’s hand in hers and the thump of the bass from the song playing on the radio. It was so hard to believe she was running off to Las Vegas to get married, but she was smiling so wide, her face hurt. It would be impossible for her father to make her marry that guy from Paris if she was already married to Rome. Hopefully, her dad would see how serious she was about the fact that she loved him and would accept him into the family, despite his last name.
Las Vegas was unlike anything Ella had ever seen before. The bright, vibrant lights twinkled everywhere she looked. The themes of the hotels and the archaeological wonder of it all was exciting. She couldn’t help but look out the window with her mouth hanging open.“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?” Rome asked, both hands on the wheel since they were in heavy traffic now.
The sound of his phone ringing--again--had Rome turning over and reaching for it. He pulled his jeans up off of the floor with one hand, trying not to wake Ella up, but she stirred and rolled over, freeing his other arm. It was Bart on the phone. Rome slid out of bed and went into the living room to answer, not caring that he was nude. “Hey. What’s up?”“Glad to know you’re alive,” Bart said, making it obvious he’d tried calling before. “Did you make it to your destination?”
Walking down the Strip made Ella feel like a little kid at an amusement park--or a big kid at an amusement park. She couldn’t help but gawk at everything. From the beautiful lights to the dancing fountains to the statues, it was so vivid and alive. She wanted to go into every hotel, look at every building, say hello to everyone that she met.They had disguises on again, but this time, they were better. They’d taken their time trying to make sure neither of them were recognizable, but especially Rome since he was a celebrity, and it was only a problem for h
The chapel Rome had picked was in a secluded part of town, if there was such a thing as a secluded part of Vegas. With their certificate in hand, Rome and Ella approached the chapel. Her heart was pounding in her chest because she was so excited. It was still unbelievable that she was getting married, but she’d never been more sure about anything in her life that this is what she wanted to do.The woman at the desk greeted them and said it would be just a moment, that the pastor was still with the couple before them. She had a friendly smile, and it seemed as if
Speculation was all over the Internet. Rome didn’t want to spoil their time in Vegas by constantly checking his phone, but he was nervous. If anyone figured out who Ella was, that could be a huge problem.He saw the pictures, and there was no way to identify her unless someone knew her really well, but the fact that she’d lost her shoe alarmed him. One of the entertainment sites was reporting that a member of the paparazzi had taken her shoe and was doing his best to trace it back to where and when it had been purchased and by whom. It was just a matter of