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She nods, “That’s great. It sounds like you have it all organised.”
“I think so, but if you could go through the list with me one night this week, that would be great. Sorry I know I'm springing a lot on you last minute, but I just think this is a perfect opportunity.”
“I agree. And this is no problem. I cant wait to see her face. I’m already excited to go shopping.”
“brill, now for my next stop. Onto her dads now. I hope it goes as well as it did here.”
She gives me a look. “Yeah, I don’t think he has any right to think anything.” She thinks for a moment. “I wish her mum could be there.”
“Me too. Is there anything I could ask her dad for? That belonged to her mum?”
She thinks. “I'm not sure. I’m sure there must be something. Let me think about that one. That’s a great idea. She would love it. I think she has a couple of necklaces of her mums, her dad’s likely pawned any he has. Leave it with me - I’ll sneak a look in her jewellery box.”
I nod and stand up.
“Okay. Thanks, Mia. I’ll make her happy, I promise.”
“Okay, Dec. It’s gonna kill me not telling her.”
I say goodbye and make my way to her dad’s flat. Excitement starts to build in me that I'm actually going to pull this off and may be leaving Vegas married to the girl of my dreams.
Chapter Twenty-three
Sophie
“Mia, you know you're being weird, right?” Whatever the hell is going on with her at the moment is driving me crazy. She is a jittery, giddy mess.
“I know, I can't help it, I'm so excited about this trip—Las Vegas, baby! I could never have afforded this trip, and now we all get to go together. It's going to be so much fun.”
I smile at her. I hope so. The butterflies start up at the thought of Dec being there. When he came to work two weeks ago, he seemed so sure when he told me that he wanted me, wanted us. I’ve thought about him so much in these last two weeks that I’ve barely thought about anything else. I still haven't come to any conclusions. Do I love him? Hell yes, I do. I’ve missed him so much I feel like I’ve lost an arm. I can't remember how my life felt without Dec in it. All the stuff he said to me that day, I agree with him, Ido feel like we’re connected, soul mates or some crap like that. The need to be with him, near him, talk to him is a constant pull. My brain and my head are just about overruling my heart - just about.
“Yeah, it will be good.”
Mia looks up at me. “Have you spoken to Dec?”
I shake my head. “No, but I promise I won’t make it awkward for everyone. It's just the thought of seeing him has me jittery. Five nights is a long time. I know we won’t be with the guys all the time, but I hate myself that I'm excited at the thought of seeing him.”
