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It never did. “I hope you’re not overworking yourself,” she said, stepping into my path with the soft precision of a lioness blocking a gazelle. “Brides can get… fragile before the big day.” I returned her smile with the same politeness. “I’m doing fine.” “I’m glad to hear it. You looked a bit pale in that Page Six photo yesterday.” I blinked. “You read Page Six now?” “Oh, darling.” She tilted her head. “Everyone reads Page Six when it’s about you.”

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.

We reached my place and he waved goodbye. I still have not seen nor heard from Alfred in the next few days and I was really concerned. A welcome distraction came in the form of the gown which I got from Bree. It was a very nice, pale lavender satin princess gown with off-shoulder lace trimmings. I called up both Lance and Izzie to tell them about my gown. Both were very excited for me. I tried calling up Alfred but the line was busy. I went to bed a bit downhearted.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

She was just a reader—hungry for escape. She paused when her eyes landed on a cover that practically glowed under the soft overhead light. A werewolf love novel. The title was in cursive silver: Moonbound Desire. The cover featured a fierce, shirtless alpha holding a trembling woman in his arms, both cloaked by moonlight and mystery. It was utterly ridiculous—and exactly what she needed. Ryleigh pulled it from the shelf and smiled to herself. She checked it out at the front desk with Miss Ada, who glanced at the cover and gave her a knowing look but didn’t say a word.

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

"What are you reading? Must be captivating. You didn't even notice when I walked in." I glanced down at the book in my hands, suddenly aware of the steamy cover I'd been trying to hide all evening. "Oh, this? Just something Emilia recommended." I attempted to casually close the book, but Alexander was too quick. He plucked it from my hands, examining the cover with a raised eyebrow. A shirtless man with impossibly defined abs embraced a woman in a flowing dress, their faces mere inches apart in what was clearly a moment of passion. "'Bound by Contract'?" Alexander read aloud, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Doesn't exactly look like your usual reading material."

The gourmet food was all but ignored, the battle raging between the two points of view, with Bridget taking a far from impartial stand. Nothing was resolved. They continued the discussion back at rue St Honoré. ‘Well, I guess it’s going to be up to me to decide,’ Bridget said finally. As usual she was wearing white, a trouser suit with narrow, quite tight-fitting trousers, and a jacket that buttoned up to the collar-bone, under which she wore no blouse. Her chestnut hair was tied into a rather severe chignon that made her look distinctly older, despite the fact her face was remarkably unlined. A big gold brooch, shaped like an Egyptian scareb, was pinned over her left breast.

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.