Forbidden Collection
Now, here we are, the time finally here, and my heart’s racing like I’m about to step onto a stage.
I slip into the Jasmine costume in our shared hotel suite—Mom and Dad in one room, Luca and me crashing in the other with the pull-out couch for him. The teal fabric hugs my curves just right, the halter top dipping low enough to show a hint of cleavage, the pants loose but sheer in the right light. I adjust the gold headpiece, letting my dark hair cascade down my back. Luca knocks softly before poking his head in. “Ready, Princess?” His voice is light, but his eyes linger a second too long on my outfit. He’s decked out as Aladdin—baggy pants, open vest showing off his toned chest, that fake s