The Wedding in Vegas Affair
The next morning in Las Vegas, Brenda found herself with Illya in a wedding chapel and a minister asking her "Do you, Brenda Marie Antoinette DeBeauharnais, take this man, Illya Nikovetch Kuryakin, as your lawfully wedded husband?"
She said nothing for a second, but stood there, her head cocked to one side and her facial expression said one word: duh? She suddenly came back to reality and , before she could reply, heard a familiar voice shout "Wait a minute!" She turned around and was shocked to see Travers. "What in Hell are you doing here?" she asked.
Illya was just as taken aback. "You're supposed to be looking for Larry, aren't you?" he asked.
"This won't take but a minute," Travers persisted. Turning to Brenda, he asked "Can we talk outside?"
"What for?" she asked, mysified by his prescence.
"Please," he begged, looking at the minister and at Illya. "Just for a minute."
Brenda sighed and looked at Illya. "I'll be back in a minute," she reluctantly replied and started up the aisle after Travers.
"One minute, Travers," Illya warned. "If Brenda isn't back in here, I'm coming to look for you."
Outside in the foyer, Travers pulled Brenda away from the doorway and into the corner. "I can't let you marry him," he bluntly told her, holding her arms to prevent her from escaping.
"What?" she asked. "Where do you get off telling me who I can and can't marry?" she asked rather defensively.
"Brenda," he started, "do you remember that night on the balcony?" When she shook her head, he continued "you were on the balcony, watching that sorry-ass bastard with that whore?"
Her face froze in a shocked expression. "What?" she managed to croak. "How in God's name did you know?"
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter how I know." He unzipped his pants and whipped out his erect penis. "This is what you do to me every time I see you."
"Some compiment," she returned, quickly thrusting her forearms toward him and sending a knee to the groin, effectively sending Travers down to the floor in immense pain. "I'd rather be choked to death than tickled to death," she taunted.
Illya came out upon hearing Travers' screams, asking "What's goin on?"
Brenda shrugged and looked innocently confused. "I dunno," she responded. "One second he was offering me his best wishes, next minute he's on the floor." She grabbed his arm and dragged him back into the small chapel. "He'll be fine. Let's go."
Back inside the chapel, the minister picked up where he had left off. "Do you, Brenda Marie Antoinette DeBeauharnais, take this man, Illya Nikovetch Kuryakin, as your lawfully wedded husband?"
Brenda looked Illya in the eyes and replied "Yeah, I do."
"You weren't so sure a minute ago," Illya whispered. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Are you?"
He nodded. "Yes," he whispered softly. "I've never been so sure of anything before in my life."
She noticed the mystified look on the minister's face and replied "Just ignore me, I'm just nervous."
The minister nodded and continued. Looking at Illya, he asked "Do you, Illya Nikovetch Kuryakin, take this woman, Brenda Marie Antoinette DeBeauharnais, as your lawfully wedded wife?"
Without hesitation, Illya answered "I do."
After the exchanging of the rings, the minister concluded "By the power vested in me by God and the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
With that said, Illya pulled his bride into his arms and gave her a long, lingering, passionate kiss. "I love you, Mrs. Kuryakin," he whispered.
Brenda giggled. "I love you, too, but Mama Jackie's going to be disappointed."
"He'll have to get over it," he warned, not able to take his eyes off her. She looked absolutely adorable in a white satin tea-length dress with a portrait neckline, matching white satin pumps and her sister's hat with the long veil. "I hope Lynda won't be too put out with you over the hat. Why didn't you borrow the dress as well?"
"I had to pack in a hurry," she replied, giving him a smartass look. "Besides, her dress was a little loose in the middle. What else have you got up your sleeve?" she asked.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," he answered as they walked out of the chapel. "You still haven't told me yet what the two of you did with Harry's inheritance."
Brenda smirked. "Let's just say that's for me to know and you to find out."
