Leaving Tess and Lo with the maid who lived in the guest house, Trent and Ally left for Las Vegas on another chartered Gulfstream. They were both pretty sore from their skiing adventure the day before but it didn't faze them. Drinking champagne on a luxurious private jet was more than enough to make them forget their aches and pains.
"Mr. Harbor, welcome to the Venetian," a man in a suit said to Trent the moment he stepped out of the limo in front of the hotel. He grabbed Trent's hand and shook it. "I'm Arnold Ryan, the manager of the hotel."
"This is my fiancée, Ally."
Arnold released Trent and shook Ally's hand. "Welcome to the Venetian."
"Thank you," Ally said quietly, trying not to be overwhelmed by the man.
"If there is anything at all that either of you want, don't hesitate to ask."
Trent nodded. "Of course not."
"Mark here will take you to your room."
"Thank you," Trent said, wrapping an arm around Ally and following the bellboy up to their room.
"The penthouse," Ally laughed as they stepped into the room.
"Actually, it's the high-roller's suite."
"And you're a high-roller?"
Trent kissed her. "You'd better believe it."
Ally wiggled away from him and went to the window, pulling the curtains open. "Ooh."
"Nice view?" Trent came up behind Ally and folded her into his arms. "We really should get married here."
"I know, I know. But we both want to."
Ally spun around and put her arms around his neck. "I do want to. But I also want all of the people I love to share the day with us."
"What if they were all here?"
"But they're not."
"I know, and it'd be impossible to get them all here. But... if they were?"
"If they were, I'd marry you in a heartbeat," she said softly, kissing him. "And you know it."
Trent smiled at her. "Yeah... I guess I do."
Trent leaned over Ally, keeping one hand resting softly on her back. His eyes were on the table, watching the dice. He leaned a little closer to her and felt her move as she rolled the dice.
"Damn," Ally laughed, glancing over her shoulder at Trent. Their eyes met and he smiled lovingly at her. "I suck."
"You kinda do."
Ally playfully elbowed him in the stomach. "Ass."
Trent stepped back. "Why?"
Ally stood up, holding her clutch tightly. "I have to pee."
"If a waitress comes by, will you get me a watermelon martini?"
Trent slipped onto the stool that Ally had just been sitting on. "Don't be gone long."
Trent watched Ally walk away from him, her black cocktail dress hugging her in all the perfect places. He smiled to himself triumphantly. Ally had no idea what was going on. And Trent absolutely loved it.
Ally woke up feeling very refreshed after their first night in Vegas. She stretched and rolled over to find Trent's side of the bed empty.
"Morning, beautiful," Trent said softly, before Ally could even look for him. A moment later, he sat on the edge of the bed and handed Ally a mimosa in a crystal-stemmed champagne flute. "For you."
Ally sat up and accepted Trent's offering. She took a sip, letting the tiny bubbles tickle her tongue. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
Trent leaned his forehead against hers. "Always." He kissed her lightly and then smiled at her, simply savoring the eyes that he loved so much. "What should we do today?"
"I have no idea."
"Well... why don't we go downstairs and have breakfast and then we can decide what to do."
"Alright," Ally said, taking another sip.
Trent hopped off of the bed and went over to the wet bar, making himself a mimosa that was very heavy on the Cristal. He came back over to the bed and sat back down, holding his glass out for a toast. "To today."
"Is it gonna be that good?"
Ally raised an eyebrow at the adorable look of determination on Trent's face. "You sure?"
He leaned in closer to her. "Baby, you have no idea." He tapped his glass against hers and downed the contents. "Now," he said mischievously, taking Ally's glass and setting them both on the nightstand, "we're done with that and there are much better things to do."
Ally wasn't at all surprised when Trent cradled her face in his hands and pulled her into a kiss. She could tell by his voice, his eyes, his touch and his kiss that something was up. But she didn't get a chance to figure out what it was because it was only a moment before Trent's very sensual kiss overtook her mind.
Trent and Ally never made it down for breakfast. Instead, they drank mimosas in bed, quickly opting to forgo the orange juice and drink just the Cristal. When they finally got out of bed, Ally hopped into the shower and Trent all but sprinted to another hotel on the strip to do a quick errand. He got back just as Ally was getting out of the shower and he heaved a much needed sigh of relief that she didn't catch him.
After Trent showered, they got lunch and then spent a while going in and out of the casinos on the strip, spending a sick amount of money in the amazing boutiques. Trent was weary the entire time and his eyes were constantly darting around in search of familiar faces. Luckily, none caught his eye. Not that this put him any more at ease.
Around 5 that evening, after another shower for each of them, Trent escorted Ally down to the famous Venetian salon. He kissed her hand lightly and helped her into the stylist's chair.
"Have fun being pampered," Trent said with a smile.
"What am I supposed to do?" Ally asked curiously.
"Hair, makeup, nails. The whole deal. You have to look your absolute best for dinner tonight."
Ally had to smile; Trent was always adorable but his obvious passion at that moment was too cute. "Fine. But what will you do?"
Trent groaned. "Lots and lots of phone interviews. I did get suspended, remember?"
Trent set a black Chanel shopping bag next to the chair and handed the matching garment bag off to one of the salon assistants. "Meet me at the front desk at 7:30, okay?"
With one more smile, Trent turned to leave the salon. He spotted the head stylist and stopped to speak to him. "Everything's going perfect. I need you to keep her until 7:35. A few minutes later is fine but absolutely no earlier. And then I want you to walk her to the front desk yourself." Trent pulled a 100-dollar bill from his pocket and very discreetly slipped it over. "Okay?"
"Of course, Mr. Harbor," the man replied softly, with a huge grin. He knew exactly what was going on and he loved it.
"Thanks again." And then Trent quickly left the salon with one helluva spring in his step.
"I hope you and your fiancé have an amazing night," Martin – the head stylist – said sweetly, kissing Ally on each dewy cheek.
"Thank you so much," Ally gushed. "My hair looks amazing."
"Sweetheart, it isn't hard to make you look amazing."
Ally blushed. "Thank you again, for everything."
Martin took a step back. "I hope I see you again before you leave."
"You will." Ally watched Martin go back the way they'd come before glancing around in search of Trent. But she didn't see him anywhere, even though she was about 15 minutes late to meet him.
"Miss Leinberg?" a soft female voice asked.
Ally turned around and saw a petite redhead smiling sweetly at her. "Yes?"
"Mr. Harbor wanted me to tell you that your reservation was changed."
"If you'll follow me, you can change."
Nicole – or so said her nametag – smiled at Ally. "He sent down something a little more formal for you to wear."
Nicole motioned for Ally to follow her. They walked for a while before Nicole produced a key and let them into a large room that was obviously used for people to get ready in. "I believed he mentioned the theatre."
Ally furrowed her brow in confusion. Trent did not like the theatre. "Really?"
"The manager was able to get some amazing seats to an opening tonight and he thought you two might like to go," Nicole explained, opening another door. There, hanging on the back of the door was a Vera Wang garment bag. "I'll wait in case you need any help."
"Thanks," Ally said, still confused. But she stepped into the expansive dressing room anyway. There, lying delicately on the silk-upholstered chair was a pale blue satin thong and an ivory strapless bra. Without thinking, she took off her clothes and slipped into the undergarments that had been set out for her. Next she unzipped the garment bag and casually put the dress on, without even looking in the mirror.
"That's gorgeous," Nicole sighed dreamily when Ally stepped out of the dressing room.
Ally looked up and gasped when she actually saw the dress in the mirror. The top was very simple – just a modest strapless dress, nothing out of the ordinary – but the floor-length gown was amazing on the bottom. It was hard to tell exactly what it was but to Ally it looked like layer upon layer of tulle and silk with a beading so intricate that it almost made her head swim.
"Wow," Ally whispered.
"My thoughts exactly." Nicole set a hand lightly on Ally's shoulder, as if she was trying to get her attention. "I'm gonna put your shoes on for you, okay?"
Ally nodded, barely even hearing Nicole's words.
Nicole couldn't hold in a smile as she slipped Ally's feet into a teetering pair of white satin and crystal Manolo Blahnik sandals. She buckled the delicate strap on the first shoe and then on the second before standing up again. She grabbed a Harry Winston box from the nearby table and popped it open. "He sent these too."
"Oh, Trent," Ally laughed, staring at the diamond and platinum chandelier earrings. They looked a lot like the other pair he'd given her but they were just slightly different. It seemed a little strange that he would go spend a fortune on a pair so similar to her other ones. But that was Trent, spending money was one of his many talents. Ally put the earrings on and took a moment to admire them in the mirror. "He spoils me too much."
Nicole let out a slightly envious chuckle. But the envy wasn't because of the diamonds, it was because of how much Trent loved Ally. "Don't complain."
Ally smiled at Nicole. "Oh, I'm not." She took a second to fix her hair before looking at Nicole again, her smile fading. And she felt a little word vomit coming up. "It's just... sometimes he seems way too good to be true. I'm like waiting to wake up from the dream, ya know?"
"I know exactly how you feel. But in my opinion, he's not too good to be true. The look in his eyes when he talks about you is enough to prove that."
"I don't deserve him," Ally sighed. "At all."
Nicole shook her head. "Everyone deserves to be loved and he loves you." She smiled very reassuringly at Ally. "Now go. He's probably waiting for you."
"Yeah... he probably is."
Nicole opened the door and held it for Ally. "Turn left at the end of the hall."
"Thanks for your help," Ally said with a thankful smile, stepping out of the room.
Ally walked slowly down the hall, trying as hard as she could to keep the dress from touching the ground. She was excited about the night; she couldn't help but wonder what show they were going to see. But the moment she turned the corner, Ally realized that she and Trent were not going to the theatre.
"Daddy?" Ally whispered.
Rich Leinberg felt his eyes tear up the very moment he saw his baby girl come around the corner. Never before had she looked more beautiful. "Hey, honey."
Ally hugged her dad lightly, feeling him give her a soft kiss on the cheek. "How long has he been planning this?"
"He called me two days ago."
"He's crazy," Ally giggled excitedly.
"I told him the same thing." Rich slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled something out. With a smile, he carefully secured a diamond and platinum necklace around Ally's neck. "There's your something old."
Ally realized that she was shaking but she didn't even care. "Where's it from?"
"Trent's grandmother." With another smile, Rich tapped one of Ally's earrings. "Those are new." He pulled something else from his pocket and held it in his upturned palm. "And, on behalf of Georgia, your something borrowed."
"Her lucky penny." Ally picked up the penny and held it tightly between her fingers. But then her eyes widened. "What about something blue? Don't I need something blue?"
Rich leaned in close. "Trent said he took care of that."
It took Ally a moment but then she remembered: her underwear was blue. Trent had indeed taken care of it. "Oh... oops."
"Are you ready?" Rich asked, setting a hand on the door handle.
Ally gave a shaky nod. "Y-yeah."
Rich opened the door but hat only put them in another hallway. Except this hallway contained a few more people. Ally's eyes automatically set on Georgia, Tristan and Joannie. She smiled wide at her three friends, who all looked so beautiful in their matching sage dresses, holding their simple but stunning bouquets of white lilies.
"Girl, you look so hot!" Georgia exclaimed.
"Thanks for the penny," Ally whispered. "But... where do I put it?"
"You can put it in your bra if you want. I don't mind."
Ally chuckled at the suggestion but did it anyway, simply because Vera Wang's wedding gowns did not include pockets. She was about to say something else to her friends when three more people came into view – Rob, Brian and someone she recognized as Alec Enders, all three of them in tuxes that matched her father's. Her eyes set on Rob's warm ones and she suddenly felt strangely calm. But then her eyes flitted to Alec and she smiled nervously at him.
"I'm Ally," she said softly, holding her hand out to him.
Alec smiled warmly at her. "Alec. It's nice to finally meet you."
Someone standing behind them all cleared his throat. "They're ready inside."
Ally glanced nervously at her dad and they stepped back as Alec and Joannie linked arms and stood in front of the doors. The man who'd spoken said something into a walkie talkie and then waited. He got a call back on the walkie talkie and opened the doors.
Ally watched Joannie and Alec disappear through the doors. Tristan and Brian were next. Then Georgia and Rob stood in front of the doors. Rob winked at Ally and then began to walk down the aisle with Georgia. The man turned his attention to Ally and handed over another bouquet of white lilies, though this one was a little less understated than the others had been.
Rich linked arms with his only daughter. "Ready, Al?"
Ally kissed his cheek. "I am."
"I love you, honey."
"I love you too, daddy."
"C'mon... Trent's waiting."
Trent stood next to the minister and felt a surge of excitement when the doors opened. Alec and Joannie came first. Then came Brian and Tristan. And finally Rob and Georgia. Trent held his breath in anticipation of seeing Ally.
But no amount of preparation could've helped him when he saw Ally come down the aisle. He knew how gorgeous Ally was but as she walked towards him now, it almost seemed right out of a dream. It didn't seem real at all.
When Rich kissed Ally on the cheek and sat down, Trent was finally able to take her hands in his. And that was when he knew that it wasn't a dream at all. This was it.
Ally's eyes didn't leave Trent throughout the entire ceremony. They said their vows and exchanged the rings but didn't break their eye contact for a moment. Neither of them cried, though they both had tears lingering in their eyes.
A tiny smile came to Trent's face when he heard the minister say the magic words. He released Ally's hands and gently cradled her face with his own trembling hands. With an even bigger smile, he pulled her into a kiss.
Everything around them was a whirl as Ally and Trent dashed back down the aisle. They went through the first set of doors and then the second before either of them really knew what was going on. But then it hit them: they were married.
Trent wrapped his arms around Ally's waist and picked her up, holding her tightly against him. She put her arms around his neck and, ignoring anyone who might be watching, she kissed him deeply. Their lips finally broke apart and the two of them just stared at each other for a moment, smiling.
"I am so going to kill you," Ally laughed, resting her forehead against his.
"I really wanted to marry you," Trent chuckled, kissing her again.
After taking what seemed like a million pictures, Ally and Trent walked into the reception and had their first official dance as husband and wife. It was almost like magic as they moved around the dance floor, their bodies tightly against each other and their eyes locked. And, on top of everything else, they couldn't stop smiling.
Ally was in awe of the details that Trent had managed to cover in only two days. But even more than that, she was surprised by all of the people there. Not only was almost Trent's entire team there but Daisy Lynn and Tina were both there, as were Leonard and Patty, Calvin and his wife Marie. Kathleen and Sean were there, as were all three of Ally's brothers and many more people. It was a small group but it was everyone that Ally could've wanted. And a few people that she would never have expected.
"Ally Harbor has a nice ring to it," a familiar voice whispered into Ally's ear.
Ally turned around and saw the one and only Joey Wynne standing there. "Joey!"
Joey hugged her tightly. "I was just as surprised as you are when he called me."
"Trent works in mysterious ways."
"He certainly does," Joey laughed.
Trent found Joey a few minutes after he'd finished talking to Ally. "Thanks for coming."
Joey smiled gratefully at him. "Thanks for inviting me."
"I wanted our friends here."
"You guys are going to be really happy," Joey said suddenly. He blushed furiously and looked down at the floor. "Sorry... that sounded weird."
Trent glanced over his shoulder at Ally, who was currently being hugged very tightly by her bridesmaids. "Naw... it's not weird." And he couldn't hold in a smile.
Ally was taking a much needed breath when another familiar voice found her ear. And this one hadn't been heard in far too long.
"It's seltzer, I promise."
Ally whipped around and saw Rock standing in front of her, holding a glass and smiling slyly. "Rocko!"
"I'll never lose that name, will I?" he laughed, being smothered by her tight hug. "You look-."
Ally cut him off. "If you say hot, I might hit you."
"I was going to say gorgeous, but you ruined the sentiment."
"You're very welcome."
Ally released him and stepped back, though she kept a hand on each one of his arms. He looked the same but different, if it was possible. He seemed to have lost a little bit of weight and he was a bit paler than he'd always been but his eyes still shinned and he still had that smile. "How're you doing?"
"Fine. I'm almost done."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Ally asked quietly, sounding a little too hurt for Rock's liking. Then again, he didn't want Ally to be hurt at all.
Rock smiled at her again and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Later, okay? I don't want to ruin your day."
"Okay." Ally let go of his arms but, before she could stop herself, she reached up and brushed a lock of hair from his eyes. "Thank you so much for being here. It means a lot to me."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Ally Cat."
Ally felt tears coming. "Thanks."
"Don't cry," Rock said softly, though his smile was getting bigger. "There's no crying in baseball, Al."
Ally burst out laughing. "And that is why I love you."
"Ally?" Trent asked, coming up next to her.
Ally turned and looked at him, a huge smile taking over her face. He was hers forever now and the very thought was heaven. "Yeah?"
"Dance with me?"
"Of course." Ally glanced at Rock as Trent took her hand. "We'll talk later?"
Rock gave her another kiss on the cheek. "Alright."
Trent led Ally onto the dance floor, where a few other couples had started dancing. "Faithfully" by Journey was playing, which happened to be one of Trent's favorite songs. Ally figured that was why he wanted to dance with her to it. But all Trent wanted was to be close to her, no matter what song was playing or what day it was.
"How did you do this?" Ally asked as he held her tightly against him.
"Determination," he replied. A smile inched onto his face and he leaned his face down to hers. "And a lot of chartered jets."
Ally giggled quietly. "You're broke now, aren't you?"
"It was worth it."
"If you say so."
"I know so." He leaned down even farther and kissed her softly. But, when the kiss ended, his lips stayed just close enough to touch hers when he talked. "I couldn't help myself. I had to marry you."
"Hey, determination pays off, darling."
"Oh, I know. Trust me, I know."
Ally smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder as they danced. It was all too perfect but, for once, she didn't expect something bad to happen. In fact, she knew that nothing bad could happen to ruin the moment. Being married to Trent and being in his arms could bring her through anything. And she knew it now.
The song continued and slipped into another slow song and they kept dancing like nothing had ever changed. They didn't care who was watching or who was around them on the dance floor, it was only them. After everything, they both knew that they could make it.
"Christina," Ally whispered into Trent's ear as they danced.
Trent snapped out of a bit of a trance. "What?"
"Oh. Do you like it?" he asked her, staring into her eyes and never wanting to do anything else again.
"Then we can use it."
Ally smiled at him and pulled him even closer. With a smile that he couldn't see, she whispered, "We'll be using it a lot sooner than you think."
Author's Note: Did I just do that? Yeah, I think I did. It's over, guys. And I'm as susprised as all of you guys are. There was more but... I couldn't do it. Sorry... I just couldn't. But I hope you loved it anyway. My final author's note will be up soon. Be on the look out.