“Can you repeat that, Jules?” I point to the phone as I hold it out for the boys to hear. “Henley is a big boy, and if he wants to go to Vegas, he can go to Vegas,” Juliet repeats. “Thank you.” I smile. “This is why we are marrying you, sweet Juliet.” “I’m not marrying you, Blake,” she replies dryly. “So you think.” Antony smirks
