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I nod. “Yes.”
Hobbling down the aisle, I giggle with each awkward step, my cheeks burning and no doubt redder than my hair. I want to kill my husband-to-be but kiss him endlessly at the same time. Not only has he thought to present me with my very own glass slipper, but he also got me an authentic dinglehopper for my birthday, which is also currently wedged into the back of my hair.
He thinks of everything I don’t and says everything I won’t.
My missing part, my entire heart.
I stop before him, and he lowers to one knee, lifts the hem of my dress, and secures the glass slipper to my foot. Our guests clap, and I let out a delighted sob, feeling very much the princess he promised I’d be.
“Perfect fit,” he says and stands up, his misty eyes alight with pride as he holds out his hand.
Dad lays mine on top of it and says, “Yes, you are both the perfect fit.” He kisses my cheek then claps Will on the back. “Look after her.”
“I will, sir. Every moment of every day.”
Will brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles, and I know he’ll do exactly what he just said he’ll do. I know, because we’re connected, mind, body, and soul, and a connection like that isn’t easily broken.
It’s forever.
Eternal.
A fairy tale.
Because fairy tales are real. We just have to believe in them.
