Page 110 of My Dark Prince
He rolled his tongue over his inner cheek, folding his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh.”
I pointed between us. “We look so much like Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling …”
“Excuse me, but Ryan Gosling fucking wishes he had my jawline.”
“All the same.” I shrugged. “Anyway, she wore this gorgeous pink mini dress—”
“Mini dress.”
“… and I just thought to myself it would look so adorable on the altar. Especially if you wear a matching Ken outfit.”
“I’m not wearing a matching Ken outfit.”
I gasped. “Why?”
“Because I’d like to salvage however little I can of my pride after thatFrozenduet.”
Perhaps I’d laid this on too thick. Oversold my brand of unhinged. I needed to make my acting more believable if I wanted to draw out his torture.
“Ollie. These areyourideas. What’s the problem? Or is itme?Do you not want to marry me?” I cupped my mouth and started to tear up, mentally thanking an Oscar-winning client for teaching me the trick to crying on cue. “I thought you loved me.”
Two maids in uniform strode into the kitchen carrying groceries, spotted me crying like a baby, and pivoted, speed-walking away to avoid the scene. Oliver looked between them and me, losing his patience.
“Fine,” he snapped, balling his fists. “I’ll wear a stupid Ken costume. Christ.”
“Stupid? It’s designer. Dal gave us the hook up. The suit is spun with real gold threads and studded with red diamonds. They cost almost twelve mil apiece.”
His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
If Ollie hadn’t ruined my life, I’d feel sorry for him right now.
“Thanks for being a team player.” I stopped crying and wailing all at once. “Wanna know what else I have in store for us?”
He just stared at me with eyes that said his soul had been sucked dry, and an early death couldn’t come too soon. I took this as a sign to continue.
“Dal mentioned that you love sexual innuendos, so I want our wedding cake toppers to be of us 69-ing.”
He pushed the bases of his palms into his eye sockets, massaging them. “I also love polo. That does not mean I want to ride down the aisle on a horse.”
“Why not?” I perked up. “It’s a great idea.”
He just stared at me. I knew the wedding was hypothetical. His annoyance, however, was very real.
“Actually,” I continued. “I saw it on page 8, section 7, part A. You’re really organized, by the way. To honor the spirit of your organization, I marked my favorites with color coordinated sticky notes. The reds are a pass. The yellows are a maybe. The greens are a must.”
We both glanced at the leather clunker currently in my death grip. There had to be hundreds of green sticky notes sticking out of the binder.
At his silence, I kept going. “The only reason I didn’t bring up the horseback riding is because I didn’t remember if you could still ride at the skill level required to navigate narrow aisles.”
“Maybe we could take a class for that, too,” he deadpanned.
“I don’t think we can fit in another.” I frowned before replacing it with a giddy bounce. “Oh. I saw your idea for the goodie bags. It’s brilliant.”
“You’ll have to jog my memory.”
“You advised Romeo to gift guests stock in his company, but since it’sourwedding, we can gift guests stock in the Grand Regent.”
“Right. Because champagne and Advil are too basic.”
