"She wants nothing to do with him... He would be miserable without her."
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Meet Sophie Franklin, a fiercely independent fashion designer who lives in New York, and then there's Marcus Beadoux, a dashing prince with...
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After hours of anxiously waiting for Marcus to arrive, I hear the familiar tapping at my windowsill, and my heart skips a beat before racing with excitement. Marcus is here. Without even thinking about it, I jump out of my bed and hurry to the window, flinging it open to the balcony where Marcus is standing, watching me.
His hair tousled and with the moonlight shining against his face, Marcus looks even more breathtaking than I've ever seen him. I suck in a breath, doing my best to calm the racing of my heart. Growing shy all of a sudden, I feel like a schoolgirl about to meet a boy, and the two of us nervously exchange greetings.
"Hey..." I mutter, wringing my hands behind my back as he takes a step toward me, his heavy breathing matching my heartbeat.
"Hi, yourself," he responds, walking closer to me, his eyes sparkling with happiness and something I can't quite figure out.
"Took you long enough," I say with a mock frown, watching as the smile on his face widens.
"Sorry I'm late," Marcus says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got caught up with some unexpected business," he explains. My heart races as he touches my cheeks, and instinctively I lean into it, getting lost in his eyes.
"It's okay," I reply, my voice barely more than a breath. "I'm just glad you're here now."
He smiles, and the warmth of it sends shivers down my spine. "I missed you," he admits, his gaze never leaving mine.
"I missed you too," I confess, feeling a surge of emotion welling up inside me. His gaze drops lower, and a chuckle escapes his lips.
"I see you're all dressed up," he remarks, and I glance down. It's not really a fancy dress, more like a light outfit, but his comment makes me feel giddy inside.
"Me? I hardly call this dressing up," I say, but he just shrugs, the amusement still shining in his eyes.
"You look beautiful, Sophie," he says, his voice sincere and his eyes reflecting it.
"Thanks," I mutter back, feeling my face grow warm at his words. We stand there in silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The night air is cool against my skin, but Marcus's presence beside me fills me with warmth. He reaches out to take my hand, squeezing it gently, and the butterflies in my stomach flutter wildly.
"Where are you taking me, by the way?" I finally ask, crossing my arms.
"It's a surprise, and a pretty one at that, if you're willing," he says, and I chuckle. "I'm serious."
"Oh..." I trail off, unsure what else to say. Presenting a mock bow, he stretches out his hand for mine.
"Would you like to come with me?" he asks, and with a shake of my head, I gingerly place my hand in his, grinning wildly.
