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“I assure you, there is very little glorious about me.”
“Ah, that’s not true. Ye’re a right princess.”
I paused to look at him as we stopped by the fridge. “Was that a compliment, Marco?”
He gave me a cute grin and kick of his head as he looked at his shoes. It was all for show, but it did the trick. “I’m a nice boy, really.”
“That, you are definitely not,” I laughed. “And I won’t be fooled into thinking otherwise.”
“Marco,” came the smooth, deep tones of Valen Kincaid.
My heart thumped in my chest, and I so badly wanted to turn around and look at him. But that way lay danger and I wasn’t going to let myself give into him again. I didn’t think I’d be strong enough.
“Boss,” Marco said flippantly.
“Your turn.”
Marco gave me a nod and a wink, which I returned with a smile, and sauntered off.
I gave it a few moments, lingering about getting Florence and me a couple of drinks out of the fridge to avoid running into Valen. I languidly grabbed two bottles of cola, picked up a bottle of fernet, and turned to head back to Florence.
Except, Valen was still standing there.
I dropped the fernet in surprise, thankful for the thick carpeting saving the bottle from breaking. As I took Valen in, I didn’t even have any words. It wasn’t anything new to me, but things had changed between us now and I couldn’t help my reaction to him.
He was the same old Valen, just in nothing but a low-slung towel, water droplets still clinging to his body like they were loathe to let go. I didn’t much blame them. His hair hung into his eyes, but I knew he was watching me.
He said nothing.
I gave him a terse nod, picked up the bottle of fernet and hurried back to my room where Florence had clearly been in the bag on my hook.
“Oh, snap,” she said, looking at me.
I took in the dress and smiled in satisfaction. “Oh, snap indeed.”
“Tell me Apollo didn’t come up with this.”
I shrugged, faux coy, as I put the drinks down. “Half of it.”
“Half of it?”
I nodded. “I might have got them to shorten it at the fitting.”
Florence gave me a very proud smirk. “Shorten. Tighten. Lower?”
“Maybe.”
“For Apollo or Valen?”
“Why not both?” I asked her.
“Oh, you’re gonna give me a run for my money,” she said.
We steadily made our way through the colas and the bottle of fernet as we finished up with our hair and makeup. By the time we were both dressed and ready, I felt eerily calm despite the amount – or lack thereof – of clothes in which I was about to walk out of my room and down to a party full of our school mates.
“No going back now,” Florence said.
“Nope.”
