Viktor asked us to trust him and not to interfere, so we're all respecting his wishes. For now.
"Printsessa," Dad calls me.
I walk to Dad's side, and he wraps an arm around my lower back, giving me a sideways hug while pressing a kiss to my forehead. His sharp gaze searches my features, then he asks. "What's wrong?"
"Oliver is sick, so Violet won't be able to come to Vegas." I step in the direction of the doorway so I can call the hotel. "I'm just going to cancel the reservations, then I'll be back for the toast."
"What?" Violet gasps. "No, don't cancel your plans
because of me." I smile at Dad and Violet. "It will be just Viktor and me,
and besides, he's busy. It's okay."
"I'm never too busy for your birthday weekend," Viktor says behind me, making me turn to look at him. "We're going to Vegas." Then he grins at Luca. "Besides, Luca's a good dancer."
What?
My eyes dart to Luca's, and I instantly fall into the dark pools, my lungs forgetting how to function.
God, this man. Just having his eyes on me is enough to make me weak.
What were we talking about again? Oh, right. Vegas. "Problem solved," Violet grins.