What happens when a hot Brazilian and a hunky Chicagoan come to the Las Vegas Strip to get married? This happens. My assistant and I met these guys at their hotel, where we hopped in their limo and rode to The Strip. Their driver dropped us off near The Wynn where we got some very fun and beautiful photos. We then walked south, stopping at The Venetian, Paris, and ultimately The Bellagio Fountain.
Even though it is just a 1.1 mile walk, it’s murder in dressy high heels. I offered Camila my giant beat up Merrell slip-ons several times and she finally agreed. While she looked a little funny walking between photo stops, her feet felt great!