Mary was approaching the limousine driver when she was rudely tripped by someone's rolling luggage as they raced to her hired car. As she was falling, the offender in question quickly grabbed Mary's shoulders to steady her but somehow they both ended up falling to the ground. Angrily she got up to give this individual a piece of her mind when she was accosted by the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Momentarily silenced, the blue-eyed intruder started a string of apologies.

"I'm so sorry miss. I didn't see you standing there. I'm not really in my right mind at the moment," he chuckled.

"That's alright. No harm, no foul. Now excuse me." Mary tried to scoot by him to get to her car but somehow he seemed to be matching her step by step to the limo.

"What are you doing? Are you following me?" she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Uh, no I'm just making my way to my hired car. You see the sign for M. Crawley? That's me," he smiled bashfully. He continued to ramble on, "You see, I'm on my honeymoon but unfortunately the bride didn't make it. Seems she thought we would be better apart. I'm Matthew, by the way," he stuck out his hand to shake hers.

Mary didn't know what to say. With a small smile she shook his hand, "I'm also M. Crawley, Mary just so you know. Let's see which M. Crawley is meant for this car."

Once they spoke to the driver, it seemed that the only name he was given was written on the sign. Mary looked around to see if there were any other signs with her name on it. She didn't see any so she graciously said she would take a taxi to her hotel.

"Nonsense. I could use the company. Where are you staying?"

"The Wynn. But I don't want to intrude. I'm sure I could find a taxi in no time."

"I'm also staying at the Wynn so it really would be no bother."

Mary reluctantly agreed and stepped in to a sickly romantic scene. Immediately she felt uncomfortable. All around them were soft lights and music with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne.

Matthew looked at her apologetically, "I'm really sorry about the scene. Obviously the limousine company did not get the memo to remove all of the honeymoon memorabilia. Well, I'm not going to let this Cristal champagne go to waste. Would you like a glass?"

"No thank you."

As the limo pulled away, Mary watched Matthew pour himself a glass and was finally able to get a good look at this other M. Crawley. Frankly, he looked a mess with floppy blond hair that was disheveled and clothes that were wrinkled from the long flight. She could also tell he hadn't slept in days, seeing the dark circles under his eyes. For some reason he unnerved her. Maybe it was the fact that before he even introduced himself, he had informed her that he had been left at the altar. They settled into a somewhat awkward silence until Mary thought she should at least try to make conversation.

"So Matthew, do you live in London?"

"Uh, yes I do. I live and work in Mayfair. Well, I did. I'm not sure I have a job or home anymore. I work for my former fiancée's father as a solicitor. He also owned the flat that we lived in," he sighed. "I'm sorry I'm casting such a gloom. I promise to not talk about my problems anymore. I'm here in Las Vegas to start anew and to have fun. Cheers!" He gulped down the glass of champagne and quickly refilled another one.

"So Mary, tell me about yourself."

Mary explained that she worked as a publicist for a firm in London and commuted between her family's homes in Yorkshire and Belgravia. She noticed that Matthew raised his eyebrows at this but she wasn't going to take the bait. While he was willing to open up to a stranger, she was not going to inform him that she is technically Lady Mary Crawley, oldest daughter of the Earl of Grantham.

Matthew never asked if she was in Vegas for work or pleasure and she wasn't going to tell him the reason for her visit. It didn't seem right. In truth, Mary felt bad for guy. This was a rare trait for Mary. She was rarely sympathetic of others, especially people she had just met. She also had to admit that Matthew was quite handsome. Putting those thoughts aside, she needed to remind herself why she was here. This was a girl's weekend plus Matthew would most definitely be on the rebound. She did not want to be that girl to him. These thoughts frightened her a bit. Why would she care what he thought about her? What was happening here?

Mary glanced up and saw that they had arrived at the south entrance of The Wynn. She gave Matthew a half smile and quickly got out of the car, not even waiting for the driver's help. She needed to get away from this man.

"It was nice to meet you Matthew. I'm very sorry about your troubles and I hope you have a nice time. Thank you for letting me share your limousine. Goodbye."

She turned quickly and left before she could get a response.

As she made her way to the private Registration area, she couldn't help but gaze all around her. She had to admit The Wynn was almost as opulent as Monte Carlo with a Far East meets Wonderland feel. Since Mary had booked one of the Parlor Suites, she had her own concierge for the entire stay. After meeting her representative and receiving her key she decided to head up to her room to shower and order room service. Perhaps a drip in the private pool later on? Heading over to the elevator, she was horrified to see Matthew Crawley standing there waiting too. How had she not noticed that he had also gotten out at the suite entrance? Sighing, she gave him a tight smile.

"Hello again."

"It seems we can't get away from each other this trip. Are you staying in one of the suites too?" He gave her a lopsided grin that made her weak in the knees.

"Yes, I'm staying in one of the Parlor suites." "Me too. Although, I think it a little too big for one person. I never asked you in the car but are you here for business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure," she answered uneasily. Tomorrow I will be joined by my two sisters and a couple of friends for a bachelorette weekend. My sister, Sybil, is marrying an American so she insisted that she do this rite of passage, American style. So, here I am!" She realized she came off more enthusiastic than she felt.

Once they were in the elevator, Mary pushed the button for her floor. She looked to Matthew to see what floor he would be staying on when he exclaimed, "Looks like we will be staying on the same floor!" There was that lopsided grin again…

Mary needed to get out of this elevator immediately.

Once they reached their floor, Mary didn't even acknowledge Matthew and proceeded down the hall to her room. Once inside, she visibly relaxed. The first thing she saw was the wall-to-ceiling windows with an incredible view of The Strip. She was pleased to see the concierge representation had the mineral water she requested already waiting. Taking a bottle she decided to sit down and admire the view for a while before she jumped in the shower. She need to call Sybil to let her know she had gotten to Las Vegas safely. She realized she missed her sisters and friends and couldn't wait to see them the next day.

Hearing her stomach growl, she realized she hadn't eaten since the small meal on the plane. Famished, she was about to pick up the in-room phone to order a cheeseburger with French fries and a bottle of red wine when a knock at her door startled her. She realized it must be the bellman with her luggage and immediately opened the door without looking through the peep hole.

"Thank you so much, let me grab…"

That was as far as she got because on the other side of the door was none other than Matthew Crawley.