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Lawrence
When I reached the bottom of the stairs and took Reine's hand, something electric passed between the two of us. Great, now I channeled novel tropes and lines, but it was true.
To say she looked beautiful didn't even approach the truth. She wore a close-fitting gown of light blue that sparkled like the surface of the ocean at dawn. The skirt flared over her hips and the neckline dipped, giving hints of the sensual being beneath. Someone had tried to tame her wild curls, but they already escaped from the updo, making ringlets around her face.
"You're radiant. Like a goddess."
Pink highlighted her cheekbones, and she smiled. "And you clean up well. Who knew gargoyles could be so striking?"
A quick check around the room told me the Fae gathered there had differing opinions of
