How had she allowed her friends and her sister to talk her into a weekend in Vegas? She hated doing anything that could even remotely bring the paparazzi out and Clara partying in Las Vegas with a bunch of other women was very much going to bring them out in droves.
“We need to get you out of your funk,” Naomi had whined when they had been over on the previous weekend.
Coincidentally Merry-Beth had arrived just before them, and Clara had known it was a set up.
“Your mood has been horrible,” Merry-Beth had agreed, “we need to get you drunk and to cut loose.”
She could have argued but then Bliss had added Clara had forgotten how to have fun and while Clara considered offering to kick her ass just for fun, she had thrown her hands up in the air and agreed. Mostly because they pressured he
