Page 100 of Beyond the Fame

We make one turn before coming to a white door. She waves her hand at it. “Everything for today is in here. I’ll be in the office next door if you need me.”

She offers a pleasant smile, nothing but professionalism, but her cheeks redden as I thank her and shake her hand.

“She’s clearly a fan of yours,” Rebecca mumbles when the woman disappears.

“Jealous?”

“Not one bit.”

“Liar.”

We enter the room, and it’s as if we’re transported to an old Victorian home. There’s a chaise that matches the red velvet curtains, two chairs, floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and a desk in the corner. Sitting in the middle of the room are two racks of clothes.

Rebecca rushes over to the one with dresses.

“Are these... for me?” She runs her fingers over the fabric. She moves to the rack next to it, her hands skimming over the clothes. “And you?”

There’s a knock at the door and a tiny blonde pops her head in.

“Lovebirds?”

“Oh my God!” Rebecca squeals and immediately rushes to Eloise, who opens her arms. “What are you doing here?”

The two do a dance hug combo, then part and Eloise holds up her camera. “I’m here on business.”

“Business for what?”

Eloise raises an eyebrow and turns to me. “You still haven’t told her?”

I shake my head with a smirk.

Eloise rolls her eyes in amusement and points her thumb at me. “He hired me.”

“Thank you for flying in to do this,” I say.

“I mean, you paid for everything so...” She bites her lip, and her cheeks turn red. “I brought Kelly.”

“Sounds like this is more than a whirlwind romance,” Rebecca muses.

“Yeah,” Eloise sighs, dreamily. “It's been crazy but wonderful and it’s happening fast, but we’re both taking it one day at a time to see where it goes.”

Rebecca reaches out and squeezes Eloise’s forearm. “I’m so happy for you.”

Eloise shrugs, then glances at the door. “I need to go get ready. I’ll see you two out there.”

Once Eloise is gone, Rebecca turns her attention back to the racks of clothes.

“Are we going to be wearing these?”

“We are. We’re doing a photoshoot. You’ll be the queen. I’ll be the king. Rey and three of his friends will be your knights. And Eloise, of course, will take the pictures.”

Her bottom lip shakes and her blue eyes glaze with tears. “Really?”

“For the queen who was never fit to be a princess.”

She thanks me with a hug and a kiss that I never want to end, but she does, too excited to pick out her outfit.

She chooses a breathtaking purple gown with a full skirt and gold-laced trim. The neckline is V-shaped, and the built-in corset pushes her breasts up into perfect round globes. I fight the urge to step forward and bury my face in her cleavage.

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