CHAPTER 50
CARY
“Kim knows about the wedding,” Cary said as he sipped his drink. He and Vegas sat in the Hilton lounge, which Vegas had rented out for the musicians and crew. Branson shut down early, and with Sebastien no longer around to pinch every penny, Vegas finally had the means to keep everyone happy.
“That’s good, man,” Vegas said, taking a swig of his beer. “I hate keeping secrets from her. Did Tyler say how the showcase went?”
Cary checked his phone. “She texted: ‘straight fire.’ I’m assuming that’s a good thing.”
Vegas chuckled. “Yeah, I’d say so. Still weird not having Kim around.”
“She’ll be back tomorrow,” Cary assured him.
Vegas leaned back, rolling the bottle between his palms. “I can’t believe you’re getting married next week. Any jitters?”
Cary shook his head. “None.”
Vegas raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Cary smirked. “Seriously.”
Vegas let that hang in the air for a second. “What do your parents think?”
“My dad said, ‘It’s about time,’” Cary said with a snicker. “And my mom? She can’t stop crying.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Which is why we’re not telling them about the wedding. I don’t trust my mom with her bridge group and an unlimited supply of wine.”