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To my amazement, not a single soul in the amusement park suspected we had Verdana’s prince in our midst as we hopped into the log boat. An even bigger surprise awaited us after we splashed through the water and got off at the end.
We were all soaked.
I snuck a peak of Oliver’s wet T-shirt that was glued to his body, hugging every glorious muscle.
Luckily, my blouse was spared, but Aunt Honey’s shirt turned transparent from the soaking, revealing a stylish leopard-print bra underneath.
Enzo couldn’t take his eyes off her and blurted out, “Will you marry me?”
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, sugar,” she replied with a laugh. “But I’m probably fifteen years older than you.”
Thirty, I thought.
“Age is just a number!” Enzo insisted, undeterred. “You’re a mature woman who knows what she wants. And luckily, I want to give it to you.”
“Is that so?” Aunt Honey asked, raising an eyebrow as she fanned her face.
If I’d have been wearing glasses, they would’ve been steamed up from those two. They seemed to be the most unlikely of couples. Almost as unlikely as the prince and me, although Oliver was grinning at me at that very moment.
“What’s that mischievous look for?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He pointed to the carnival games area, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “They have darts.”
I followed his gaze just in time to witness a teenager triumphantly popping a balloon with a dart, earning herself a giant pelican as a prize.
“Seriously? You’ve got a thing for stuffed birds?” I quipped.
“Not at all,” he replied smoothly. “I’m just in the mood for another bet.”
I chuckled, curious about his next move.
“Fine,” I said. “If I win, you have to?—”
“Post my video of the ‘Macarena’ on social media,” he interjected. “So predictable.”
“And if you win?” I challenged him.
I was confident I would be victorious this time, but I at least had to ask, so he thought he had a chance of winning.
Oliver gestured to the “Face Painting” sign with a twinkle in his eye. “You get your face painted.”
I considered the wager. “That’s it? You’re on!”
He smirked, his gaze lingering mischievously. “And I am the one who gets to paint your face.”
“Oh . . .” I was surprised by the unexpected twist. The prospect of Oliver painting my face added a thrilling layer to the bet. There was no doubt about that. I couldn’t help but imagine what he might create, not to mention the closeness that would be involved.
I cleared my throat, attempting to conceal the sudden flutter in my stomach. “Alrighty then, you’ve got yourself a bet.”
Enzo, Renzo, and Aunt Honey abandoned us, deeming darts too vanilla, opting for the thrills of Death Trap. We’d catch up with them later.
“Ladies first,” Oliver said.
I shot him a playful look. “How gentlemanly of you. No distractions this time, though. Play nice.”
Oliver smirked mischievously. “Can’t make any promises on that front.”
The employee handed me three darts with a wish of good luck.
