Page 154 of Beautiful Obsessions
He picked one up, studied it seriously.
“Yes,” he said seriously.“They are terrible.”
I glared.
He ignored me.
Marigold nodded like she’d finally found an ally.
Archie leaned closer to her.
“But.”
Her little brows lifted.
“If you wear them for Papa’s wedding, I’ll let you eat cake before dinner.”
Her eyes widened.She gasped.
“You can do that?”
He looked offended.
“I own this grand estate.”
I snorted.
Marigold looked at me.
“Cake?”
I sighed.
“Fine.”
Archie smirked.
Ten seconds later, the shoes were on.
Witchcraft.
“That was the deepest betrayal,” I informed him.
He stood and kissed my forehead.
“That was the only strategy we had, my lovely.You know the way she gets about shoes.”
I looked up at him.And there it was again.That look.The one that still made me feel chosen.
His hand slid over the curve of my waist.
“You look beautiful.”
I studied him.
“You’ve already seen me in this dress.You helped me pick it out, remember?”
“Ahhh… the way I remember it, I picked it out for you without your consent because you insisted you didn’t want a wedding.”
