Her hands had shaken as she had thrown the bouquet. The Prince had taken hold of them, and kissed them gently with warmth in his eyes but uncertainty about his smile, and she had fumbled for a smile in return
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“Yes," she said, finally shifting, turning to face him. He slid one arm around their waist and pulled them together, looking at her warmly, lovingly. It made her feel beautiful as he cupped her jaw gently, and when she closed her eyes she could forget that he did not know, because she was sure that he could come to love her in time. No matter what she looked like. "I'm just... tired
( ... )
(I'm so sorry.)
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But not the way you think! DUN!
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