Page 74 of Our Broken Pieces
“He did.” I run my hand along the satin at the top of the neckline.
“Better lock that man down. I don’t see boyfriends picking out dresses like this very often.”
“Yeah, I definitely need to lock him down. Are there shoes?”
“I was told to take you to the studio with no shoes.”
“Studio?”
She nods. “You’ll take a few pictures to remember your transformation.”
“Okay.”
“Are you ready to go meet your prince?”
I smirk. This is so over the top and just so good. “Take me to my prince, Carly.”
She curtseys and then leads me out the door.
Carly takes me to the last door of the hall. When she opens the door, I see a vintage upholstered settee in the middle of the large, empty room with a backdrop behind it. Then I seehim.
Holyyyyyy goddamn shit balls.
He stands in almost a perfect replica of Prince Charming’s suit. Yellow jacket, red pants, black shiny shoes. And in his hand, he’s holding a white shoe. It’s not made of glass, but Christ, he wins all the brownie points in the universe for doing this for me.
I do my best exaggerated curtsy. “Prince Charming.”
When I raise my head, he’s wearing the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. “I’m here to see if a shoe fits.”
Carly giggles, leaving the room. I walk across the room to him. “You look absolutely dreamy.”
With his free hand, he runs his fingers from my jaw to my shoulder. “And you make such a beautiful Cinderella.”
“I can’t believe you’re dressed up.”
“It’s a special day.”
There’s a knock on the door frame, and I turn to see the photographer. “Hello. Prince Marcus, Princess Gigi.”
Marcus shakes his head. “This is more over the top than I imagined.”
I bounce on my feet. “It totally is, and I’m living for it.”
We get started with our cheesy poses, and I’m trying to be completely in the moment, but I’m overwhelmed with so many emotions toward Marcus. He planned this for me. He’s all in on the cosplay. He’s smiling in the pictures. It’s like he peeled back all the layers for me today. This is the Marcus I knew was underall the hardened exterior. He’s playful and so giving. I want to cry, hug him, and fuck his brains out right now. Best-case scenario, I do all three before the day is over.
“Okay, last one. I’ll let you two choose the pose.”
“Come here, princess.”
He takes my hand, bringing me to my feet, and places one hand on my hip and the other on my neck. His eyes look like he’s going to eat me alive as he lowers his lips to mine. I sigh, melting into the kiss. This kiss feels real. And even without being hot and heavy, I can feel my core come alive.
“Perfect! All done!”
Marcus’ eyes don’t leave mine. “Thank you. Would it be okay if we had the room for a few minutes? Just to take some pictures by ourselves?”
“Sure! There’s an hour until the next booking for this room.”
“We won’t be that long.”
