Our paths were meant to cross, but we jumped the gun. Meeting in a hazy drunken blur, we indulged in almost everything Vegas had to offer. Gambling, dancing, and weddings. She called me her last-minute good luck charm, and I rolled with it. How couldn’t I? Her smile is timeless. Her laughter the song of my heart, and her beauty? Her beauty wrapped around my heart like a vice. I’m older; she’s younger. I’ve planned every bit of my life, while she leaves everything to the last minute. There are a million reasons we shouldn’t work, but when I look into Leti Montenegro’s eyes, I don’t care. She’s mine. I know it in my gut. Now, I just need to figure out how to convince her of it.