Page 109 of My Dark Prince
“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re obviously in love. Who would marry someone for any other reason than love?” I paused and forced eye contact, arching a brow. “You love me, right?”
He averted his eyes. “Of course.”
“What do you love most about me?”
“Your creativity. Perhaps you could apply that creativity to plan a wedding from scratch.” He reached for the binder, trying to pry it from my fingers. “You don’t need this.”
I swatted his hand away. “Don’t be ridiculous. You already put in all this work. It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”
“No, really.” For the first time, he seemed genuinely panicked, probably remembering all his foul suggestions. “It’s no problem.”
“I want us to perform the ‘Love is an Open Door’ duet.” I paused. “You know, the song fromFrozen.”
His brows shot up. “You want us to sing aFrozensong?”
“Yes.”
“At our wedding?”
I nodded. “It’s a good duet. You’re no Santino Fontana, but I already signed us up for some singing lessons. She’s a reputable coach. Broadway actors swear by her. Her waitlist is wild, but I pulled some strings.”
“Shoot.” His eyebrows would be glued to the ceiling at this rate. “I don’t think I can swing it. Busy time at work.”
“Don’t worry about your work. I already contacted your assistant and asked him to block the appropriate times for our sessions.” I waved him off and snatched his macchiato, only to make a face and spit my sip back into his cup. With an exaggerated grimace, I pushed it back to him. “Oopsie. Just remembered I don’t like macchiatos. I’m making such good progress, aren’t I?”
“Astounding.” He stared into his backwashed coffee before flicking his eyes back up to me. “Wait.” Ollie frowned. “Didn’t Princess Anna not even marry that dude at the end of the duet?”
“Correct.” I paused, surprised. “How do you know? Do you have nieces and nephews?”
“Uh, no.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his high cheekbones a little flushed. “How would I not know? It’s general knowledge.”
“For a middle-aged man without kids and young relatives?” I narrowed my eyes. “Hardly.”
“First – I’m not middle-aged. Second – fine.Frozen on Icewas fucking hot, okay? What’s not to like? Two hot sisters in a cat fight, ice skaters with great asses, and snacks.” He gestured to himself. “I am only human.”
“Myfavoritehuman,” I corrected him. “I know you didn’t specify what musical number you wanted to perform in the binder, but I feel like the song suits us so much, ya know? And don’t worry, I marked down several suggestions we can follow to a tee.”
“We really don’t need to.”
“Where is it?” Brows furrowed, I flipped the pages and snapped when I found the right one. “Here. Matching tattoos. That issucha romantic idea, Oliver. I’m thinking a full-blown portrait of each other’s faces in color. I know you only added black-and-white to your lookbook, but our love is so full of color that it would be a shame to dull it.”
A greenish tinge eclipsed his cheeks. “How about we pin that tattoo idea? We can start with theFrozendu—”
I cut him off. “Whenisour wedding, anyway?”
“We haven’t set a date yet.” He added under his breath, “And thank God for that.”
“I think it should be super soon. Like, this-month soon,” I said with conviction. “No point in waiting. Neither of us are spring chickens anymore. I want to start making babies right away.”
“You should probably get your memory back first.” He coughed into his fist. “I mean, you haven’t even chosen a dress.”
“Oh, but I have.” I slapped my palms over the dining table, sending a vintage cigar box careening across the surface.
He stopped it from hurling to the floor with heroic instincts, set it next to him, and pinned me with the reluctant gaze of an exhausted parent entertaining his toddler during a sugar rush from Hell.
Oliver laced his fingers together and studied me. “When did you have time to find a dress?”
“On the jet to Baylor. The girls and I watched theBarbiemovie.”
