Chapter Fifty Two
Sometime later, the black limousine, filled with happiness and odd creatures of the earth tooled down the Las Vegas Strip.
At first Oba had planned to take her two favorite people in the entire universe to Zen, a very cool sushi house. But after seeing how dramatic and s****l Mal’s tasty blond looked in her new sexy clothes, she changed her mind immediately.
Though Mal, never frequented the opulent palaces stitched along the Las Vegas Strip, Oba, being the “Fashion Diva” and “Drama Queen” that she was, did.
Shortly after they left the loft, Oba pulled her tiny cell phone from her black Fendi bag, pressed a few buttons, smiled at her two pals, sitting across from her in the limo.
Smiling at both of them, she purred. “Martini’s darlings. Lutece at “The Venetian,” simpl
