What a way to go…
“Alright, it’s game-over, everyone!” Daniel hollered, then cleared his throat. “Uh, Pizza! Who wants pizza?! Everyone wants some pizza, right?Right???”
Everyone said ‘Yes’ in unison, and when I opened my eyes, he looked at me with a wobbly, almost grimace-like smile on his face. “Do you have a topping preference?” he asked softly.
I sniffed and sat up, then groaned as I brought my arms down.
Rina, who was still straddling me, pursed her lips as she fixed my hair, then signed,I’m sorry.
“No, you’re not,” I told her immediately.
She fought back a smile, to which I rolled my eyes.
“You’re evil, woman,” I said. “Pureevil.”
She grinned, gave me a long kiss on the lips, and grabbed something from inside the wax box before waving it in front of my face.
I took it from her and read the packaging:
Aftercare oil with aloe and almond. Massage over waxed skin to ease any irritation or swelling. Do not wash after application.
I handed the packet back to her and arched a brow. “You have better be using that all over my armpits in the next minute or so, or else I’m banning sex for atleastan entire month.” The burning sensation in my pits had turned into a constant throb, which made me clench my jaw against it.
Rina’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as she stared at me over my threat to her, so I just gave her a grin and looked at Daniel.
“Extra cheese, olives, slightly burnt pineapples, and fresh basil,” I told him, and when he blinked at me, I added, “My pizza topping preference.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Of course.”
I turned to Rina again and smirked at her. “Now, then; how about that armpit massage, huh, babe?”
42.A 19th Century Jacket
“Iam yours, Daphne! I have always been yours!”
I almost dropped my paperback copy ofCinderella Is Deadwhen I heard Myles’s resounding voice cut through the otherwise peaceful environment atVila do Açaí.
I whipped my head up, just as a few customers laughed before making way for him to walk up to the main counter.
What. The. Ever. Infesting. Fuck.
My eyes all but popped out of my sockets when I looked him up and down.
He was wearing a grey tank top, ivory joggers, his usual Blackhawks beanie, and…and a 19thcentury crimson suit coat/jacket that lookedexactlylike the one Regé-Jean wore inBridgerton.
Daniel and Cruz stepped out of the bakery, and the former sucked in a breath when he saw Myles. Cruz, on the other hand, just ran a hand over his face, then began finger-combing his beard in frustration. I could onlyimaginethe looks on Simran and Remi’s faces.
“Daphne! I mean,Rina.” Myles drummed his fingers on the counter and gave me a grin. “I have the best news.”
I blinked, still trying to get a handle on his outfit, becauseLord, he looked like a fuckinghybridin those clothes.
He hadn’t come to the house in the morning, so it’s the first I was seeing him since yesterday. Andman, what an eccentric view he provided.
I set the paperback I was holding, next to my work laptop.What?I signed.
“Remember that choir from last year?” Myles asked. “The one we’d seen outside the café in November?”
I nodded.
