——Sam
To say that the place looked fabulous would be an understatement. The entire Estancia Ballroom was lavishly decorated, from the beautiful mahogany carpet to the formal dinnerware and almond chandelier. The enormous room sparkled. On each of the table for guests were centerpieces of vases filled with pristine white roses.
A soft jazz music was playing in the background, and it was so good that my appreciation for the genre grew all the more.
I took a deep breath to calm my trembling nerves. Aaron’s kindhearted cousin, Natasha, led the way, and like an obedient, nervous puppy, I followed her.
“Aaron’s grandmother grew up in Las Vegas,” she told me. She started talking again after telling me how good I looked in her midnight-blue, single-strapped designer dress the brand name of
