He went through PA's faster than through his father's expensive scotch, until she came along.
The enormous wealth, the way he threw with money, made her dizzy. The numbers he gambled with scared her. The price of his cars made the speed he drove with just that more exhilarating. Money meant a fast, crazy life, and she's gotten the hang of it. Between the taste of expensive scotch, even more expensive cologne and Tony, just Tony, opulence no longer was the end.
Her dress was gorgeous, long and emerald coloured. His mother's favourite diamonds adorned her neck. His suit was beautifully tailored, his tie matching and of the most expensive fabric. He wore the cologne she picked out. They endured the flashlights with not completely false smiles, and as they stepped in the car, he asked her, his lips brushing her ear, if they could party later on, and she lightly touched his lapels as she said yes. The Bugatti drove away fast as lighting, hearts set on their own celebration, much better than a formal party.