Page 118 of Just My Type of wrong guy

“A woman,” he complains. “And if you think about being late for the show, A.J....”

“We arrive in New York at noon, Victor. Daniele’s got everything covered.”

“Someone in this band needs to have some sense,” he retorts before hanging up.

And out of all the words I could use to describe my best friend, ‘sensible’ is not one of them.

I walk out of the store with a smile on my face and find Alexandra photographing a family with two kids dressed as Violet and Dash from The Incredibles. I approach, holding her bow with the classic Minnie ears.

“Here you go, Princess Alexandra,” I say, carefully placing it on her head. “Now you have a proper crown.”

Alexandra smiles and holds the sides of the ears, as if afraid they might disappear.

“Do I look ridiculous?”

“Not at all.”

“I’ll check on my phone. I don’t want to be walking around here if I look pathetic,” she unlocks the screen, but before she can switch to the front camera, I gently lower the phone

“You look perfect,” I reply without hesitation. “Now, let’s go. We’ve got a royal breakfast to enjoy!”

Getting the reservation seemed impossible. Honestly, creating a great experience at Disney in just one day felt impossible. But when we landed, our tickets, the Lightning Lane Multi Pass, and the itinerary were all in the email. Because, despite how improbable it was to get all of this in one day, there are few things Daniele can’t achieve with Vicious Bonds’ name. And when those things do pop up, she handles them with Victor Winterstone’s name.

One way or another, here we are, stepping into Cinderella’s Royal Table while Alexandra looks around, wide-eyed, and squeezes my hand too tightly.

Hammer’s team positions themselves discreetly, keeping fans at bay without us noticing. I don’t mind their intensity — most days, I enjoy attending to everyone. But today is not about me. It’s about Alex, and she can’t miss a single second of this.

The good thing is that, despite being worried about delivering the perfect day for her, Alexandra is oblivious to everything, caught between admiring the food — a muffin and a pancake shaped like Mickey’s head — and being charmed by the princesses stopping to chat with her.

I finish my pancake while watching Alexandra ’s eyes well up when Aurora, Belle, and Cinderella walk by, stopping for selfies and kind words. Of all the things I love about this moment, the smile on her face — just like the one she gave me at the Top of the Rock — is my favorite.

Snow White and Tiana approach to talk to her, and Alexandra looks at each of them with such affection that I’m forced to take my phone and photograph the interaction. They look at the camera and smile. I smile back at Alex, almost involuntarily.

When the princesses move on to another table, she seems to realize she hasn’t eaten anything. But I don’t reprimand her; My Miss Petulant was too busy living this moment.

As for me? I bite into my untouched muffin, too busy memorizing every second.

“I feel so silly for being this happy over something like this... but it’s so cool.”

“Please, Alexandra. I’m a man. We cry when our football team wins. And when they lose, too,” I say, making her hold back a laugh as she takes a big bite of her pancake.

“It’s so strange and incredible at the same time,” she comments, pausing. “I didn’t want to eat Mickey’s head, buteating his head feels so incredible!” she says, mouth still full. “Wow, it’s cold,” she complains, wrinkling her face in a grimace, and I throw a napkin at her.

“You have the terrible habit of letting the things I give you get cold.”

“It’s not my fault if you show up with food and say, ‘Hey, check out this food, now let’s make your biggest dream come true,’” she mimics poorly, and I burst out laughing. “Like, sorry, food. You’ll never win.” She shrugs, taking two more bites and sipping her sparkling water.

At least that one was already cold from the beginning.

“You have no idea what this means to me,” she says softly, placing her hand over mine on the table.

“Maybe I do,” I smile, turning my palm up and gently touching her fingers with mine. “But you can explain, if you want.”

Alexandra shakes her head, laughing.

“I never would’ve taken such an impulsive trip if it weren’t for you.”

I raise an eyebrow.

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