“Where are we going?” Ilona asks for the fifth time as they are escorted through a VIP area at the airport by a very friendly airline employee. Her curiosity is at the peak and the fact that she is tipsy as hell is not helping either. She feels annoyed that he won’t give up the destination and that he doesn’t even want to play the guessing game. He kept quiet all the way here and even the limo driver didn’t know where they were going other than the airport.
“Can’t it be a surprise?” Veles counters with a question.
“Please!” Ilona begs and bats her eyelashes at him. She tries to give him her best impression of sad puppy eyes, too. “It’s my wedding day. You have to tell me.”
“Well, it’s my wedding day, too. That must count for something?” Veles asks her.
“No!” Ilona protests and the esco
