"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," I thought as my girls raised their glasses, cheering with excitement one last time. Dressed to impress, we proudly showcased our curves, captivating the attention of those around us. One last hoorah! This will be the night to remember. My story cannot end like this, not on my dream vacation in Vegas. I need a story when I return home—an incredible, exciting story—almost unbelievable. You know, the ones where all the nurses at the nurse's station are in awe of how much fun you had. I wanted to be that person for just one night—carefree and wild! Coincidentally, as my eyes opened and the morning sun cased its warmth across my face, the night's memories flooded my brain—flooded my entire body. I had an unforgettable night with a perfect man. His eyes were captivating emeralds, and his stunning red hair was spectacular. He epitomized the Vegas saying—he was the Vegas saying! As I recounted the words that fell from his mouth the night before—he told me how radiant and golden-brown I was, reminiscent of the rich caramel he savored from my fingertips during our walk along the vibrant Vegas strip. He left without a word; he left without leaving his name… How can I forget – How can I return to the island after a night like that… There is no time for what ifs or maybe’s – or even where to start looking to find the man of my dreams that coincidentally slipped through my fingers… Vegas has come and gone. All I have now are my sweet memories and the hopes of running into the fiery-haired, emerald-eyed man in my dreams. Will my fantasies be enough…