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He stopped, cupped her face and stared into her eyes like she was his favorite meal. “It should have always been you, right here. Because no one else ever mattered.”
Wow. She hadn’t been expecting those words and it fueled her desire as she climbed between Remy’s sheets. “Kiss me and don’t stop.”
“With pleasure.”
Tonight was theirs and theirs alone. Her heart whispered that she loved him and always had.
Chapter 12
Cassidy, trapped in the stylist’s chair for hours, had watched the sun rise and now it was well above the window, as Michael and the palace staff worked her hair, sprayed her skin, and ensured she was beautiful.
Today she had to be. She had to prove to Remy that she’d fit into his world in every way if she intended to make him fall in love with her too.
Her phone beeped. Michael continued with strands of her hair, undeterred as she carefully picked it up and read Remy’s text.I can’t believe you left my bed so early.
Her pulse raced. Leaving his muscular body in bed without waking him had been harder than she’d ever imagined. She quickly texted back.Today is our wedding day. I have to look the part.
You’re beautiful without any junk on your face. The words on the screen empowered her. And with last night still fresh in her mind, where he’d been so tender and attentive to her every need, perhaps he could fall in love with her and just her. Wasn’t anything possible?
She giggled and texted back,Still, this was the plan, all along.
Michael pulled the last strand of loose hair into some loop or whatever magic he was creating with her hair. He pressed his hand to her shoulder and said, “Texting your fiancé on the wedding day. Isn’t that supposed to be bad luck?”
“He hasn’t seen me. We were just talking.” She guiltily put the phone back down. Soon enough she’d share vows with Remy and then all this pampering she’d indulged in would fade away. A small part of her hoped it didn’t, because she realized she liked her feminine side. She frowned at Michael.
Michael giggled and said, “I’m joking, darling.” He spun her chair around.
Right. She was in her head too much. She looked into the mirror and caught her breath.
Her frizz had been tamed into cascades of waves all swept up into perfect curls. Hundreds of tiny pearls gleamed from her dark brown hair. “This updo is beyond my expectations.”
Michael picked up the pins and added a few to the front. “We found pearls that match your gown exactly. I’ll figure out how to add the tiara without taking away this look when I see at the Church.”
As long as the fashion didn’t overtake everything else. She met Michael’s blue eyes and asked, “You don’t think the white pops are too much?”
Michael leaned down behind her ear so they were face to face in the mirror. “Not at all, darling. I thought we intended towowyour fiancé.”
Cassidy laughed at how he said that—as if he were a mind reader, too.
Chelsea walked into the hair salon from her makeup service and stared at both of them in the mirror. “Wow? Why would my sister want to wow Lord Sky? This is a business deal, nothing more.”
Michael stood and continued to pin little pearls in her hair. “Ignore her, darling. You’re going to be fabulous.”
Her phone beeped. Chelsea took the seat next to her and her hair stylist began to fashion her sister’s light blonde hair into an updo as well.
Cassidy picked her phone up and saw Remy’s name on her text. Her pulse carried an extra zip as she clicked and read,I’m leaving for the church now. Don’t be late.
I won’t. She recalled his dark hair against the white pillowcase, his well-sculpted body, and Cassidy trembled. Perhaps they could repeat last night, every night.
Remy texted,You will. I’ve never been to a wedding that started on time.
Expect the unexpected. She put her phone down after she typed that. Remy didn’t need to sound so smug abouteverything.
Michael walked over and offered his hands to help her out of the chair at last. She took his hands and hugged him. “Michael, you’ve already done so much for me. Thank you.”
“Don’t ruin all my work.” He motioned for her not to cry and smiled at her. “It’s been a pleasure. I saw you for years down the hall and wanted to fix that wild mess of gorgeous hair.”
Chelsea, classic even in a spa robe, crossed her ankles. “My sister must have needed a lot of your time—but you’ve done it. She reminds me of our mom years ago when she modeled back in California.”
