Chapter 12
Cassidy, trapped in the stylist’s chair for hours, had watched the sun rise and now it was well above the window, as Michael and the palace staff worked her hair, sprayed her skin, and ensured she was beautiful.
Today she had to be. She had to prove to Remy that she’d fit into his world in every way if she intended to make him fall in love with her too.
Her phone beeped. Michael continued with strands of her hair, undeterred as she carefully picked it up and read Remy’s text. I can’t believe you left my bed so early.
Her pulse raced. Leaving his muscular body in bed without waking him had been harder than she’d ever imagined. She quickly texted back. Today is our wedding day. I have to look the part.
You’re beautiful without any junk on your face. The words on the screen em
