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night.”
    Yeah, there was a lot going on last night that I liked that I wasn’t so wild about now. I didn’t rise to his bait. I grabbed my purse, too afraid to deal with my phone, and headed for the door.
    “Have dinner with me?”
    “The thought of food makes me want to vomit.”
    “Tomorrow.”
    “Text me.”
    “I don’t have your number.”
    I sighed an over-dramatic sigh, complete with eye roll and shoulder slumping. Didn’t he care his driver was out there waiting? Of course he didn’t. Someone like Scott probably didn’t realize the driver wasn’t just an accessory that came with the car. I gave him my number.
    “I’ll text you mine.”
    I should have told him I had his number. Had his address. Had a floor plan of his New York penthouse, and had visibility into his taxes going back to when he turned fifteen and had to start paying taxes on the interest in his bank account.
    I didn’t. I was in a foul mood, worried about puking again, and my head felt like someone was splitting it open with an axe. My manners didn’t escape me, though, and as I was leaving, incongruously, the words, “I had a great time last night” leaked out of my mouth.
    I slammed the door behind me and was alone in the hallway. The swirls of the carpet were enough to induce vertigo, even if you weren’t hungover. I marched to the bank of elevators and mashed as many of the down buttons as I could reach. Pushing more than one makes the elevator come faster, right?
    I got in with a mother and her daughter, who looked about ten. They carried towels and beach bags, headed to the pool. Who brings a ten-year old to Vegas? I stared at the blue green shimmers of my dress. They got off one floor above the lobby, and I couldn’t hear all of what the kid said as they left, but I distinctly heard the word “mermaid.”
    I groaned. People milled in the lobby, and I could hear the buzz of them all around. I was going to lose it. On the other hand, looking around, I sort of realized I wasn’t the only young woman in my predicament. Probably the only one who’d accidentally married a billionaire the night before, but there was a fair amount of evening wear and frazzled hair. So I wasn’t a total freak, which was nice. I didn’t even stop to check out the glass Chihuly ceiling—something I’d meant to visit. Must exit ASAP.
    I hated the weight of Scott’s ring on my finger—why was I even still wearing it? Truth be told, I’d been lost with nothing there. I’d worn Lucas’ ring for a year and a half, and when I’d stripped it off, I felt like I’d removed a part of myself. I yanked Scott’s ring off and shoved it in my purse. The white stripe on my skin stood out like a neon sign. Failure at relationships.
    The gleaming black limo waited for me in the carport. Wouldn’t it be awful to get in the wrong limo? The car was totally for me, because I saw the driver take in my stupid mermaid dress and open the door for me as he tossed me a weak smile. When the sun hit the sequins on my dress, man, it was like a disco ball exploded in green and blue.
    He closed the door behind me, and I muttered a ‘thank you.’ As he walked around to the driver’s side, I slammed the partition between us. Was I supposed to tip him? I didn’t know how any of this worked. Everything loomed over me like black clouds. Lucas, Scott. My job. This terrible dress.
    Safely shut away in the back of the limo, I finally let myself break down and cry.
    It wasn’t far to Linq, though the limos and taxis don’t go to the front of the hotels. All the taxi stands and parking is hidden around the back. Before I knew it, I was standing in the Linq hotel lobby in my ridiculous dress, wiping away the remnants of my tears. At least this was Las Vegas. I was far from the most absurdly dressed hotel guest, not even the teariest guest. I trudged to the crummy Flamingo and took the elevator up to the sixth floor. When I got out I did take a moment to look down at the