Stolen Princess (Princess Series Book 2)(14)

I turn and spin in the mirror, looking at myself. I watch the bottom of my dress flare out enough to see my little kitten heels.

“It’s a bit much, don’t you think?” the woman who brought the dresses for me to try on says. She brought other ones than the one I asked for. I think she did it in hopes I would choose something else, but when the rack was wheeled into the room I went right to it. The smile drops from my face as I look in the mirror again. I thought it was perfect. The golden dress is made of silk, and two ribbons across my shoulders hold the dress in place. The top is tight, molding to me down to the waist, where it flares out and the fabric is interspersed with cute little bunches of material. I look like Belle going to the ball.

I love that the bottom is so free and I would be able to move easily. I can dance and have fun in it. I lift my dress to look at my shoes. They look like glass, but the small heels are covered in diamonds. I thought it was perfect. I’ve always loved both the stories of Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella, and now I know why. I’m getting both in my king. The beast and the prince all rolled together into one.

“I think it’s perfect.” I spin around at the sound of Heavenly’s, Karim’s sister’s, voice. I haven’t met her in person yet, but we talked on the phone a few times yesterday. I run towards her, almost knocking her over when I hug her. She laughs, hugging me back and laughing.

“You can go,” I hear her say as I pull back. The stylist shuffles from the room. “Don’t listen to her. This is the dress we talked about you wanting, and that makes it perfect.” She reaches out, touching one of my brown curls. Her face breaks into a giant smile as her eyes fill with tears. You’re just perfect.” It feels like she’s talking about more than the dress.

I blush a little.

“I bet you knocked him right over when he saw you.”

I bite my lip, unsure of what to say. I can’t tell her he actually pinned me to a wall.

“I just came from his office. He’s different,” she says, coming farther into the room and sitting down in one of the comfy white chairs. “He was all smiles and…” She pauses and then shrugs. “A little regretful.”

I take a step back. I feel like something is grabbing ahold of my throat.

“No, no. Not like that.” She shakes her head, and I can still see the tears there. “I mean regretful at some of the distance that’s grown between us over the years. He wants to fix that. He said he wants to make us a close family again, like when we were young.”

I smile at that. Karim talked to me about how he and his sister lost that closeness when his parents died. He took over the throne when she was still so young. I could see the regret in his eyes as he told me the story. I told him it wasn’t too late.

“I like the sound of that. I love my sisters, but they are a lot older than me, and they would’ve agreed with the stylist about the dress.”

“Well, you’ve got yourself a new sister now.”

That really makes my eyes water. After Karim finally let me crawl out of bed yesterday, everything went into full swing, and the one person, besides him, who helped me the most was his sister. When she got news of the wedding she was blowing up the phone asking me everything from here to the moon to get the ball rolling. She really pulled most of this together and never once did she say one of my ideas was silly. In fact, when I said something about a cotton-candy machine she asked what my favorite colors were and made sure there would be enough cotton-candy machines to make them all.

“Where do you live?” I ask. We hadn’t gotten the chance to talk much about anything other than the wedding yesterday. I knew she didn’t live here.

“With my grandma a few hours from here. Karim actually asked me to come back home.”

“Oh, that would be so nice,” I admit. I’ve only gotten to know her a little, and what I know, I already love.

“That won’t be happening.” We both turn at the sound of a man’s voice. Standing in the doorway is a tall, broad man with dark hair. He’s in a suit but looks a little disheveled. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Why didn’t you tell me you left the country?” His words are tight, and I can tell he’s fighting to keep them calm.

“Carlos.” Heavenly stands from the chair, rolling her eyes. “I’m fine. I took a guard, and it’s my freaking brother’s wedding. Of course I was coming.”

“You didn’t tell me,” he says in disbelief.

“Yeah, well, that’s because you had one of those stupid dinner things to go to.” She puts her hand on her hip. “Finally find a wife?” Her response is short, and I can’t stop myself from glancing back and forth between the two of them.

Carlos’s whole body goes rigid. He takes a deep breath as if controlling himself. “I didn’t go to the dinner.” He says, a little calmer this time. “I was worried when you weren’t at the castle all day yesterday.”

“I was helping my new sister plan a wedding and finding a dress myself.” She runs her hands down her body as if trying to make sure the dress is still nicely in place. It’s dark green and hugs her everywhere. It makes her red hair really pop. She’s so beautiful.

“I’ll accompany you tonight,” he tells her, but she scrunches her face as if she isn’t sure she likes that idea.