Caitlin
I’ve never been on vacation, except for the summer trips to our grandparents’ cabin. Trevor and I used to spend all day up there boating around on the lake, playing in the forest, catching frogs and fish.
When my dad died, the cabin passed on to us, but we haven’t been there much. It’s hard when neither of us has a driver’s license to get there.
But Vegas is everything I imagined. Bright lights, people everywhere. Something interesting to look at in every direction.
The Bellissimo is incredible. A porter dashes out to open the door to the limo when we arrive. He takes my hand and helps me out of the car.
“Welcome, Mr. Tacone,” he says, inclining his head when Paolo gets out. “I’ll get your bags right up to your suite.” He hands him a room key envelope.
Paolo takes the key and
