What Happens In Vegas

When I landed in Philly I just knew everyone was watching me. I just knew. They were all looking at me with their judging eyes. They were whispering and saying I bet she has a wedding ring in her luggage. They'd be right. It's not like I can wear it. Andrew would see it. I do wonder where we got the ring from. Mike probably stole it. It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. He never did reply when I asked him if he's been to jail.

I got a cab to my apartment. The one Andrew and I share. I've got no where to hide. It's so minimalist. I went up and silently unlocked the door. Maybe he's out. Or sick. Or dead. I can hope. I tip toed inside and peeked around the corners.

"Nice vacation?" someone asked. I jumped and dropped my dignity. I spun around and saw Andrew grinning at me. What is he grinning at?

"Um yeah." I nodded. If you define nice as hooking up, saying I do to a likely mass murderer and being mobbed by a load of Rebecca's.

"I've missed you. Did you miss me?" Andrew asked.

"Tons." I lied.

"You didn't get married in Vegas did you?" he asked and started laughing. I started laughing too. It was a laugh fest. Mine sounds manic though. If only you knew Andrew. Poor Andrew. "Oh, your Gran called." Shit.

"Really?" I smiled.

"She said she needs you to give her a call back."

"Why?" I pouted.

"I'm sure it's nothing." Andrew eased. That's him, he's very nice. Very lovely.

"I'll call her." I told him. I stepped closer and he kissed me. Not a real kiss. Not one that makes me want to drop my pants. But I still wouldn't say no.

"Probably wedding things." That's the last thing I need. "Not long now."

"How long is it again?" I asked timidly.

"Only a few months."

"You sure?" I rushed.

"Yes," Andrew laughed. "What's wrong with you? You're not backing out are you, Vi?"

"Don't be silly!" I laughed. Again manically. He probably thinks I have a problem. I do, it's six foot, called Mike and rhymes with taco. "I'm going to call my Gran." Things can't get any worse.

I walked into our lounge and collapsed down onto the couch. I dialled Gran's number and contemplated stabbing myself in the eye.

"Hi Vi!" My sisters voice came. Great.

"Where's Gran?" I asked.

"Charming. How was Vegas?"

"Great." I puffed out.

"You sound moody. Are you jet lagged? Did you break a heel?"

"More like hungover." I snorted.

"Did you throw up Martini again?" Liz asked me.

"I think I was on tequila," I replied. "At least that what my mouth tasted like when I woke up." Tequila and regret. That was what was on my tongue my first day as a married woman.

"Tequila, Violet? You should be a ashamed of yourself!" Came Gran's voice. Shit.

"Tell Liz I hate her please," I glared at the carpet. "Did you want me to call?"

"I think it is time we celebrated your engagement."

"We did. We had an engagement party."

"No, a engagement anniversary. It's one year in a fortnight since you said yes to Andrew."

"Really?" I asked, disinterested.

"How lovely would it be to personally hand out invites to a majority of your wedding guests?"

"Are you trying to save on postage?" I asked.

"Violet!" she snapped. "Now, it's all arranged. All you have to do is show up and wax or lip."

"What do you mean wax my lip?" I rushed.

"You looked a fright at Elizabeth's birthday." Says the eighty three year old woman who still things perms and baby pink lipstick are a thing.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"No, tell Andrew I said hello."

"Yeah I will." I said. Then she hung up on me. I thought they taught her phone etiquette in finishing school. "Andrew!" I called.

"Hmm?" he asked walking in with no shirt. Mmmmm. Chests look so much better when they have no tattoos covering them.

"Party in our honour in two weeks."

"Oh, lovely." Andrew smiled.

"You know we've been engaged for one year in two weeks."

"I know, I just had a look at the calendar. We marry in four months." I sat up at this.

"Are you sure?" I asked urgently.

"Of course, because you're going for your last dress fitting next month."

"Oh yeah." More manic laughing. "Excuse me." I stood up. I need to throw myself off of the balcony.

I walked outside onto the balcony and went through my phone in panic. I haven't been this desperate to talk to my lawyer since that motor cycle gang started circling our apartment building. I'll be divorced by my wedding. Of course I will.

"Hello?" he asked. Thank God I didn't have to go through his secretary. She hates me. Says I'm too delicate.

"It's Violet Birchmier!" I rushed. "I need legal advice right this second."

"Is everything okay, Miss Birchmier?"

"No. How long does it take for divorce to be finalised in California?"

"That can depend of a lot of factors-"

"If we both agree to it and make it as quick as humanly possible." I butted in.

"Seven months, usually. There is a six month waiting period. Then of course it must be filed and time is added for court hearings." he explained. I want to cry.

"No quicker?" I asked desperately.

"I'm afraid not. Is this for yourself?"

"No, for a friend." I lied. "What would happen if I say married someone while I was already married?"

"You would face jail." Shit. I am crying.

Notes

Hey! What's this? A chapter a day after posting one. I'm trying to relive my glory days where you guys all loved me for posting all the time and messaged me about the plot line for 100 Sleepless Nights. Anyway, what did you think? Are you liking Vi more? What do you want to happen? I actually liked this chapter a lot more than the others. Fave lines? xo