Page 228 of Twisted Royals

“Cindelle Rose Barclay… will you? Will you spend your life with me? Will you chase your passions with me by your side, rooting you on, and will you cheer me on as I chase mine? Will you let me pick you up when you fall? And be by my side even when I’m being an impossible ass? Will you marry me?”

My heart is so full it feels like it’s going to explode as I pull Dan to his feet, throw my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, my foot flying up as he swings me around.

“Elle,” he whispers against my lips. “As much as I love kissing you, you haven’t answered my question.” His eyes shift. “And there’s like a whole room full of people waiting to hear what you say.”

“Oh god!” I pull myself away from him, sliding down his chest till my glass shoes touch the floor.

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes! I say yes!”

And then I kiss him again, as my parents and his, and a whole-ass ballroom full of important people cheer for us from the sidelines.

As the background fades away by the depth of our kiss, he pulls me up, lifting me into his arms.

“Let’s get the hell out of here before I take you on the floor in front of all these masked people,” he whispers.

I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist, my insides thrumming with need as he walks us right out of the Gala.

Blanca’s right. I’m one lucky bitch. I tried to lower my standards, and have a little fun and instead, I bagged an actual, literal prince and fell in love instead.

My very own Daddy not-so-charming, Prince Charming.

THE END!!!

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