Mate me at Hollywood
At the risk of sounding cheesy, his smile makes me smile.
"What's Hollywood without a shotgun wedding?" I reply.
Las Vegas glitters— and roars. Everything feels more glamorous, more electric. Billboards flash faces of magicians, comedians, and showgirls promising the night of your life, while limos and party buses crawl bumper-to-bumper down the street.
Fans shrieks as soon as they recognize Leonardo Knight, phones shoot up like fireworks, paparazzi pop up so fast I feel like a girl walking through a lightning. Perfect. Don't freak out, Lara. This is what is supposed to happen. This is what needs to happen.