Page 38 of Bride By Coronation

Colette asks, "Is there a specific body part you'd like to focus on?"

Jesus.

"No. Whatever you think she'll like is fine," I answer as I take a seat. I put my ankle on my knee, trying to look casual and not appear embarrassed.

Colette holds up two barely-there white pieces of fabric. "Are you thinking separates or one piece?"

The image of what I think Fiona will look like pops into my mind. My mouth waters and my dick hardens.

I'm the fucking king. Stop acting like a child.

"I'm not picky," I admit, trying to sound normal, but it comes out strangely.

Colette wrinkles her forehead, turns to the rack, shifts through several pieces, then pulls out a creamy white one-piece with tiny hints of gold and blue. She boasts, "Fiona will look great in this!"

Hot blood shoots through my veins. The space in my pants reduces further.

She adds, "It'll solve the blue requirement too."

"What's that?" I question, tearing my eyes off the lingerie.

She beams. "You know. Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue."

"Oh. That's an American tradition, right?"

"It was from the Victorian era in the U.K. America ran with it," Colette states.

Old. New. Borrowed. Blue.

Stress begins to stir within me.

Colette shakes the delicate piece and asks, "Is this the winner? Can you see her in it?"

I rise, grumbling, "I'll take it. Can you package everything and have it taken to the plane?"

"Of course."

I move toward the door and then freeze. "Shit!"

"What's wrong, sir?" Colette frets.

"How do I know it'll fit her?" I question.

She smiles. "You must have pre-wedding jitters. You know all the dresses and undergarments are already sized to those about to be initiated."

"Oh. Right. Sorry, I have a lot on my mind," I fumble, then nod. "Thank you for your help."

"Anytime, Your Majesty," Colette says with a curtsy.

I exit the way I came in, and when I reach the plane, I brush past Arina.

Old. Borrowed. Blue.

"Drink?" Arina offers, holding out a tumbler of vodka.

I grab it with a nod and tap the crystal, looking out the window. Every second that goes by stresses me more.

Arina stops in the aisle next to my seat. "Sir, the packages have arrived. I stored them up front. Is there anything else you need before we leave?"

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