Thinking only of Trixie, she pushed passed Lucifer to search the penthouse for a landline. He followed her and shut the door. After minimal searching, she realized that the thin black bar attached to wall next to the bed was indeed a phone, if not the weirdest new age design she'd ever seen.
She picked the sleek black receiver from its holster and hit 0 for the front desk. It rang exactly once.
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"Good morning madam, I'm sure you have quite a few questions but I assure you there is a very pleasant explanation." Said a strange voice on the other end.
Chloe was so surprised that she was speechless.
"A tray has been left outside of your door with your messages and your breakfast. Your friend left a note as well that he insisted would clarify the situation."
"But what ab…" She began to protest.
"Please, madam I assure you that if the note does not clarify things that you may call me back immediately. Our crème fraiche is the best in the western hemisphere and I am quite sure that your crepes will be much better warm." The concierge reassured her. "Oh, and congratulations."
"Um, ok. Thanks." Chloe said as she hung up the phone.
Lucifer had been standing near her, and had been uncharacteristically patient. Chloe opened her mouth to try to explain, but shook her head and walked back to the front door. Sure enough, there was wheeled cart sitting outside. How had they done that? She strained slightly to push the cart inside as it seemed to be loaded on all three shelves with things they would need. At the sight of her pushing the heavy cart through the door, Lucifer had faux-fainted onto the sofa and was looking at her like he was enjoying this.
"Ohhh, are you going to feed me? I can call down and ask the desk for more whipped cream." He offered.
"Not helpful," Chloe said tersely. The cart had a pot of coffee that smelled divine, three large covered dishes, a bottle of champagne on ice, and a carafe of orange juice. Propped up by two blue velvet boxes were a stack of envelopes. The pristine white cards were labelled and she opened the one labelled 'Mom' first.
Lucifer got up and walked to her side, attempting to read over her shoulder.
I'm proud of you. Taking a few days off is the smart thing to do. Relax and enjoy yourself. Trixie and I are going to the zoo and we'll see you Tuesday. Take care of Lucifer. Love, Mom
"A vacation, what a splendid idea Detective." Lucifer said. "Mama Decker has everything under control."
"You aren't taking this seriously Lucifer. We still don't know how we got here…" Chloe picked up the second letter marked Dan and ripped it open.
I don't know why you chose Vegas but take all the time you need.
Still reading over her shoulder, Lucifer snorted. "I see Detective Douche is a veritable wordsmith as usual."
Chloe shot him a dark look. He was so close to her, and it did not feel new or strange. That was an odd twist she would think about after she had figured everything else out.
"Why I chose Vegas? I would never pick this as a place to go, especially on vacation. I haven't used a vacation day in years." Chloe set down the second letter and picked up the last envelope. It was much thicker than the other and as she removed the contents she couldn't help but notice the pictures first.
Lucifer reached around her and grabbed a few photos from the small pile she was staring at dumbfounded. The pictures were of Lucifer and Chloe. She was wearing a tea length white dress that should have been plain, but on her frame, was positively stunning. He was in a tuxedo with the bow tie hanging loose around his neck. They were holding hands. There was one of them eating cake. In every picture, they were smiling. Each photograph had a small insignia stamped on the right corner that read 'Vegas Wedding Chapel.'
"What in the bloody hell is this nonsense?" Lucifer said in a tone much louder and noticeably more irate than his previous teasing.
Chloe unfolded the piece of paper that had been wrapping the pictures.
The official insignia made the stomach drop. "Marriage Certificate' written boldly across the top didn't help. The final nail in the coffin was her signature. Hers, it didn't look faked, even upon closer inspection. Her nose was an inch from the page when it was ripped from her hands.
"Absolutely not. What are they up to now?" Lucifer exclaimed. "This has to be a trick, or a trap." He was pacing the floor wildly, muttering to himself.
All thoughts of his involvement flew out the window. As confused as Chloe was, this display was too honest to be faked. "Lucifer, it appears that we got married. I don't know how but…"
He cut her off before she could finish. "A VEGAS wedding. Seriously Detective? You must know that I am not the marrying type. Monogamy? Ugh, a horrible idea that my Father should have left unmentioned. But. BUT. If I did decide to shackle myself to one mortal body for the rest of their miserable life, I would NEVER do it in some ramshackle chapel under fluorescent lighting. I bet there was carpet at the Alter!" Lucifer shuddered. The whole idea repulsed him, but this was unacceptable. And it was so unbelievable that he immediately began to think which of his demented family members would gain from torturing him thusly.
Chloe was amused by his indignation but distracted by a much bigger issue. On her ring finger sat the most perfect diamond she had ever seen. It wasn't too big, or gaudy, just a beautiful cut, set in white gold. "Um, Lucifer…" she said softly.
He turned from his rant to see her outstretched hand. Her ring was acceptable at least. Wait. He took a glance at his own hand and discovered a white gold band nested comfortably on his finger.
