The Proposal

9 - Coronation

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Nicholas held my hand and led me into the beautifully decorated ballroom where all the guests had migrated to. They started clapping and cheering as we walked in, while I just smiled at them in return. We reached the finely decorated booth and took our seat there.

I scanned the room for my sister until I spotted her amidst the population of people who had surprisingly increased. She was gorgeously dressed in a red long dress, and her hair was styled neatly as well, probably the handy work of my stylist.

What caught my attention was the boy who was talking to her that weirdly made her smile. He was dressed nicely in a formal suit and looked quite handsome.

My nosey sister instinct kicked in, but there was really nothing I could do since I was sitting far away, and it was indeed my wedding.

I was just about to ask Nicholas about it when i got distracted by the gigantic cake that was being wheeled in. My lips parted in shock, and I looked at Nicholas beside me.

"That is a huge cake," I commented.

"This might come as a shock, but I love cakes," He admitted, and somehow, that made me smile.

"A king who loves cake, peculiar," I said to him.

"I'm full of surprises," he said with a smile on his face.

The cake was wheeled to the front of the booth where we sat. We were asked to step out and cut the cake at the spelling of love.

We stepped out and stood in front of the cake while facing the guests. I placed my hand on the knife, and Nicholas placed his hand over mine. I looked up at him at the feeling of his touch. We all spelt LOVE together before we both pushed down the knife on the cake. The guests applauded once again.

After that, it was time for the couple to dance. Everyone got seated as we stepped into the middle of the dance space, and a song started playing in the background.

Nicholas held out his hand, politely asking me to dance. I placed my hand in his, and he snaked his other hand around my waist, pulling me close to him. My heart started beating fast as he stared at me like he was staring into my soul. He intertwined our fingers and held out my hand beside our heads.

We started moving slowly to the music, eyes locked on each other. For the first time ever, I noticed his piercing blue eyes. They were beautiful. His perfectly arched brows, his hard jawline, his plum looking pink lips.

Jesus Crystal.

I looked away quickly, realising what I was doing. Immediately, it started getting slightly awkward for me. When I looked back, his eyes were still on me.

I felt hot. It felt as if a sudden tension had built up in seconds. He was looking at me that way again, and it frustrated me not to understand what the look meant.

I looked away again, this time trying to distract myself from him. I decided to glance at the guests instead. They looked at us in awe as we danced to the music. It was funny how none of them knew or realised that this was all fake and they probably would never find out.

"Do you think we are pulling this off?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"They all seem pretty convinced, so yes, I can safely say we are pulling this off," he answered.