Melody Anne's Billionaire Universe: Going to the Chapel (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Colter Family Book 1) by N Kuhn Page B

Robin scoffed to herself, slipping her ear buds on, cranking the music up. She had high hopes that Char would let her sleep all the way to Vegas since she had a feeling they wouldn’t get much after arriving. Looking down, Robin took stock of herself. The rumpled shirt she had been traveling in since last night, her yoga pants and flats. She felt like a bum. Robins’ poor mother would have a coronary if she saw her now. That caused Robin to smile. She loved her parents, they met in college down in Alabama, her father moving them to Seattle to settle down after graduation. But they had old world views. Her mother thought that as a woman, your life couldn’t possibly be complete unless you were married and pushing out children. Not that Robin was against that, she just felt she should establish herself first.
     
    Robin closed her eyes, leaning back. She smiled to herself thinking of how she had called Charlene crying as she stormed out of her apartment building. She simply just told her friend to meet her at the airport. Hell, Robin didn’t even have a clue where they were going until she was handed a latte and a boarding pass. That’s why they were best friends. Having met in kindergarten, they were inseparable since. Anytime they needed each other, no matter what, they were always there. Robin would have been happy just sitting on her friend’s couch drinking wine and eating ice cream. Instead she was getting all you can eat buffets, strippers, dance clubs and some poolside drinks. Deep down, Robin felt that she always knew it would never work out with Darren. It wasn’t something specific he had done, other than finding him buried in her friend. It was more the way he ate, the way he dressed and his attitude towards life. Like his parents owed him that money and he didn’t need to earn it. Maybe that was why she had never agreed on a date for their wedding. Going out, he always expected her to pay, claiming her trust was large enough and his measly earning shouldn’t have to cover it. It’s time she let go, loosened up and maybe acted a little more like Charlene. Robin was sick of being the responsible one, the motherly friend. She wanted to get drunk and do something stupid.
     
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    “Wake up bitch, we’re here!” Charlene’s voice broke through Robin’s music, rousing her from the nap she achieved. The seat belt light went on, and the pilot advised they were landing. She rolled her stiff neck, brushing her dark brown hair off her shoulders as she looked around. The suns glare through the window caused her to squint her eyes. She quickly pulled the sunglasses off her head and shoved them onto her face. She couldn’t believe at the drop of a hat, Char had dragged her to Vegas, but she should expect things like that from her best friend, who was more like a sister.
“Damn, it certainly is brighter here than home, huh?” She asked Char, licking her lips as she checked her face for drool. Since they only had carry ons, the girls didn’t need to wait for luggage and quickly deplaned, heading through the airport. At the bottom of the escalator, she saw a sign with her name on it.
“Did you set up a car for us?” She asked Charlene, who was behind her, staring at her phone. She shook her head no, blond curls bouncing on her shoulders. The man holding the sign was older, his suit nicely pressed, a cap covering salt and pepper hair. The laugh lines on his face made him look likeable, trustworthy, but Robin had heard too many stories about girls going off with people they thought they could trust.
“Nah, not yet. I thought we could get a cab from here to the casino and go from there. We really need to go shopping too, since I didn’t bring anything and you just have your clothes from that work trip. I’m trying to see if there are any good suites available at the Bellagio right now.” Char never even bothered to look up as they descended. Grabbing her arm, Robin helped her walk over the last step without