“Goddess, you look stunning,” Randall says as I step out of the bathroom, ready for the marking ceremony. He stands from the couch, quickly making his way across the room before he takes my hand, holding it up. “Spin for me. I want to see every bit of what's mine.”
I giggle, but do as I’m told. “Don’t you think it’s a bit much?” I ask, feeling ridiculous in a dress this nice. The sage green chiffon hangs delicately across my curves.
“Absolutely not,” he says, looking at me like he may just rip the dress off and skip the entire ceremony. “It’s a Royal marking ceremony and you’re her bridesmaid. There’s nothing in this world that's too nice for you. She may be a bit upset when she realizes that everyone will be looking at YOU instead.”
“Oh, stop it,” I say, playfully swatting his
