Page 35 of A Not So Prince Charming

“What?” Ella squeaked out. “No.”The words came out too fast, and she shook her head. “I don’t perform.”

“But you like to sing, right?” She’d told me that on our first night. A whispered confession in the starlight. It didn’t have to mean anything, but I felt like it did.

I wondered what it would feel like if she trusted me enough to hear her voice.

“Yeah. But…” Her teeth dug into her lower lip. “I’m fine where I am. Besides, Ro’s the lead.”

“Really? That’s awesome. And you’re making her dress?”

“Yes!” Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “It’s a musical based on a popular fairytale, and I feel like I have to do it justice.”

“You will.” I’ve only seen one of her projects, but I already knew it would be absolutely incredible.

She bobbed her head, looking down at the sketchpad and then back up to me. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” I winked at her, dropping the piece of paper in my hand back onto her pile.

“I, uh… I think it’s safe to say both of the events of this past week were asuccess.”

Ella nodded. “I agree. Everyone seemed like they had fun.” She cleared her throat. “I think we need another joint event for bonding, though. Get the groups together more,” Ella said, biting the end of her pen. “We’ve got your service event next week, but…”

I hummed out a response, trying to think of something else to appease both of our advisors. The end of the semester was right around the corner, plus we had her sorority’s ball all before dead week.

“I feel like this was a terrible idea,” she groaned. “Planningeverything at the last minute is the worst. I keep throwing things at Audrey, and she gives me that, ‘really?’ look back.”

Itwastrue, although us planning things on top of our regular events we were supposed to attendmighthave had something to do with that. Parties didn’t count, because the girls weren’t allowed to host them in the sorority house, especially not with alcohol.

“I’ve got it.” I grinned, unable to hold back my enthusiasm for an event I knew the guys wouldlove.And Ella wouldhateit, which I would absolutely enjoy to no end.

She frowned. “Why are you grinning?” The pen came out of her mouth, and she pointed it at me. “I don’t trust that look.”

“Princess,” I sighed. “When have I ever given you reason to doubt me?”

Those gorgeous blue eyes narrowed. “Cameron. I told you to stop calling me that.”

“But Ilikeit.”

“What’s your idea?”

“Laser tag.”

Her eyes widened, and I wanted to know what she was thinking. Her expression quickly morphed into a frown. “What, guys against girls? No way.”

I shook my head. “We’ll divide everyone up. Intermix the teams. You want them to mingle, don’t you? And then afterwards we’ll feed everyone pizza.” Ella just stared at me. “What? Everyone loves pizza.” Even she couldn’t disagree with that statement—it was a universal fact that college students loved pizza, especiallyfreepizza.

“Fine. We’ll do it your way.”

“Of course we will. But… wait.” I stopped her. “What was your idea?”

She shook her head, closing her notebook. “Nope.”

“Ella.” I frowned. “You can tell me.” Reaching out, I placed my hand over hers. “I won’t laugh.”

“I was just going to suggest something stupid, anyway,” she grumbled. “Like bowling or an ice cream social.”

Both things that were easy to organize and could host a hoard of people. They had merits. “Those aren’t dumb.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but they’re no laser tag either.”

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