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"Noe Amelia if you place your left hand on Prince Greys chest to show the ring." the photographer instructed. We had been stood here for what felt for hours, and every moment I got stiffer and stiffer.

"are you okay?" Grey asked, leaning closer so only we could hear.

"these shoed are killing me" I chuckled.

"Take a break, we need to rest for a moment" Grey spoke, the photographer instantly leaving. "here" Grey spoke as he knelt down, taking off my heels.

"you won't even see my feet on the photographs" I laughed

"we will leave them off" he said softly as he kissed my knee. He stood up again, before placing a stray hair behind my ear. "I'm so lucky"

"you've turned soft Grey" I laughed. His face sarcastically fell into a scowl, pretending to be mean.

"say it again" he pretended. "I dare you"

"your soft" I laughed. He quickly picked me up throwing me over his shoulder. "Grey!" I squeeled, as I slapped his broad back.

"say you lied" he struggled to hold back a laugh as he paced aro