1965

There you were, a true superstar of your time. A model, an actress, and a singer, to say the least. And of course, you were also an assistant to The Beatles. But what truly set you apart was your relationship with the esteemed Paul McCartney, a man who you had the distinct privilege of dating. The two of you had been thick as thieves since the late 1950s, when you were just starting to make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry.

Now on this particular day, Paul was in the throes of a world tour with his Beatles mates. And you, of course, were by his side. The two of you were in his hotel room, enjoying a moment of peace and quiet, when suddenly, the mood shifted. Paul received word that a crowd of 200 to 300 fans were eagerly awaiting their arrival outside the hotel. It was clear that a private getaway was in order.

So, with a quick glance across the room, you and Paul hatched a plan. Instead of confronting the masses of fans head-on, you decided to slip out the back door and make a beeline across town. You took Paul by the hand and led him through the empty halls and elevators of the hotel, eventually emerging into the bustling streets of Las Vegas.

You held your breath as you stepped onto the sidewalk, uncertain of what to expect. But what greeted you was not a crowd of adoring fans, but rather the sprawling expanse of the vast desert city. You exhaled a sigh of relief and turned to look at Paul, who was gazing up at the glittering Las Vegas sky with wonder. The two of you then set off on your private adventure, eager to explore the colorful sights and sounds of Sin City.

"Finally. Peace and quiet." Paul huffed, holding a cigarette on his left hand while intertwining your hand to his right.