Sleet Princess (Sleet #4)

Natalie

My cheeks are burning, so I cover them by pulling the head into place. My new crystal tiara is secured on the very top. Between the ears.

I look at myself in the mirror of the Princess Suite bathroom and wonder if I can really go through with this.

Then I yank the front flap open, the newly added magnets pulling apart silently, and let the section of white furry material drape down, exposing my bare breasts.

“Wife. What is?—”

I step out of the bathroom.

And Luke falls off the edge of the bed.