I know I suck at updating, but I'm really busy because we're moving to Australia on September, and I'm dealing with the consequences that come with it right now. Sorry!
~Las Vegas, NV, United States~
~Suite 34~
Cammie was sitting on the couch, staring down at the sparkling city of vegas, already in her outfit and make-up for the opening banquet.
She wasn't surprised when a limo escorted them from their private plane and headed to the Bellagio. Much even less surprised when she found their suite to be equipped with a wet bar with refrigerator, a separate master bedroom with climate control where her parents were staying right now. A large and open living/dining area, There was also a powder room, The bathroom had a whirlpool tub and separate shower, with deluxe spa products, robes, and slippers waiting to be used, and separate illuminated makeup/shaving mirrors.
The Bellagio Tower Suites are separated from the rest of the Bellagio hotel and resort by exclusive elevator access to the suites on floors twenty-nine to thirty-six - by key only. Guess Kirk Kerkorian didn't want to put the whole Bellagio on a week-long lockdown for a stupid family reunion.
Ricky was staying in the room next to hers, but apparently, he couldn't get enough f the 24-hour butler service since a quick black-and-white penguin of a waiter passed outside by five-minute intervals to bring Doritos, soda, and other knickknacks to a self-satisfied Ricko in front of the 50-inch plasma and home theater entertainment system with Surround Sound.
Cammie had shook her head at her brother's spoiled manners, and turned to the fire behind her. At first she thought it was a weak attempt of reminding her of home, but thatwasn't the case so far.
A glance at the platinum clock told her the Opening Banquet was five minutes away. Wonder what the girls were doing at home. Liz was probably buried in books. Bex would be flirting/beating up the new karate instructor (they always get someone hot), and Macey would be busy playing the cinderebel thing, to annoy her dad. After school, of course. Unless they ditched.
Three minutes. Cammie checked her reflection for the last time, put on her shoes, and walked out the door.
