Day Five: A Beautiful Wedding: A Novella ... teaser!

In just a few more hours (12:00 AM CST), we'll choose the winner of the final Travismas contest! Haven't entered? Check out the previous day's blog, "Day Four". The winner will be announced mid-day tomorrow, and I can't wait! 

Hold the phone! I just saw that A Beautiful Wedding is at this moment only $3.49! One-click away before changes!

While we're waiting for everyone to get their entry in, I have a couple of things I'd like to share with you. First, I looked for weeks for a dress that was similar to the dress Abby chose for her Las Vegas wedding. Imagine my surprise when Simon & Schuster found the perfect picture!

I present to you, Abby's wedding dress:

Isn't it lovely? Very Abby, and very Vegas! You'll also find out within the pages of A Beautiful Wedding another special choice she makes to wear for her wedding. But you'll have to wait until tomorrow to read about that one! 

Second, behold! A [very] short ABW teaser (it's a novella! Can't give too much away!).

Enjoy =)

The taxi pulled into the circle drive of the Bellagio, and Travis leaned forward with bills to pay the driver. He then pulled out our roller carry-on, and waited for me. I scooted out, taking his hand and stepping out onto the concrete. As if it weren’t in the early AM, people were standing in the taxi line to go a different casino, and others were returning, weaving and laughing after a long night of drinking.

Travis squeezed my hand. “We’re really here.”

“Yep!” I said, pulling him inside. The ceiling was regally ornate. Everybody in the lobby was standing around with their noses in the air.

“What are you—?” I said, turning to Travis. He was letting me pull him while he took in the ceiling.

“Look, Pidge! It’s … wow,” he said, in awe of the huge, multicolored flowers kissing the ceiling.

“Yep!” I said, tugging him to the front desk.

“Checking in,” I said. “And we need to schedule a wedding at a local chapel.”

“Which one?” the man asked.

“Any one. A nice one. A twenty-four hour one.”

“We can help you with that. I’ll just get you checked in here, and then the concierge can help you with a wedding chapel, shows, anything you’d like.”

“Great,” I said, turning to Travis with a triumphant grin. He was still staring at the ceiling.

“Travis!” I said, pulling on his arm.

He turned, snapping out of his hypnotic state. “Yeah?”

“Can you go over to the concierge and get the wedding scheduled?”

“Yeah? I mean yeah. I can do that. Which one?”

I laughed once. “Close. Open all night. Classy.”

“Got it,” he said. He pecked my cheek before pulling the carry-on to the concierge desk.

“We’re under Maddox,” I said, pulling out a piece of paper. “This is our confirmation number.

“Ah, yes. I have a honeymoon suite available if you’d like to upgrade?”

I shook my head. “We’re good.” Travis was across the room, talking with a man behind the desk. They were looking at a brochure together, and he had a huge smile on his face while the man pointed out the different venues.

“Please let this work,” I said under my breath.

“What was that, ma’am?”

“Oh. Nothing,” I said, as he returned to clicking on his computer.