Speak Your Mind

Once we get in the car, I get the realization that we are going to Las Vegas and I get excited because I’ve never been there before. The only thing that is bothering me is knowing that I will have to spend time with the General.

I've always hated him, but after hearing my poor baby complaining I hate him more than before. I can't bear to even think about him, I don't know how I'll make it through dinner next to him without causing a scene and telling him everything I think of him.

On the way, the weirdest thing happens: Elliot grabs my hand. I'm so shocked and weirded out by this that my hand starts to sweat a little, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he doesn't even seem to realize what he's doing.

The drive is much faster than I expected and the city is gorgeous, there are millions of lights and lots of people coming in and out of everywhere.

"Okay, we're here," Elliot mutters as we pull up to Caesars Palace, unbuckling his seatbelt and taking a deep breath before getting out