â€œBut why donâ€™t you want to be Prince Charming? I just donâ€™t understand.â€ Beryl worried a handkerchief nearly to the point of tearing with her plump little hands. Saske could see she was almost to the point of tears, but he wasnâ€™t going to relent. A man had to draw the line somewhere.
â€œI have no problem spending our honeymoon in Orlando, babycakes. And if it means that much to you we can get married in the Magic Kingdom. But does it have to be Cinderella themed?â€
Beryl dabbed at the corners of her eyes and fanned the collection of brochures at Saske. â€œThereâ€™s Sleeping Beauty. We could do Sleeping Beauty. They have animatronic replicas of Flora, Fauna and Merryweather that float around on little gasbags and even a Maleficent that storms from the back when the priests asks if anyone has any objections.”
“Thats not what I meant…”
“You can have Maleficent turn into a holographic dragon if you want. You could fight her. They give you a sword.”
“I don’t want a sword…”
“My cousin Stacy had the Little Mermaid and she said the Ursela was just fantastic. Iâ€™d have to dye my hair red for that.â€ Berylâ€™s tears were lost, and she was now fingering her auburn curls in front of the hallway mirror.
â€œI donâ€™t want you to dye your hair red!â€ Saske didnâ€™t mean to shout, but now that he was started, he couldnâ€™t keep it in. â€œI donâ€™t want to marry Ariel, or Aurora, or Cinderella! I want to marry you!â€
â€œAnd you donâ€™t think Iâ€™m a princess?â€ The tears were starting to come back, and Beryl sunk down into the sofa. She looked at the handkerchief in her hands, â€œI think youâ€™re Prince Charming.â€
Saske sat down next to Beryl and put his hands on hers. â€œYouâ€™re a princess to me, sweetie. Youâ€™re my princess. Not Waltâ€™s. What is it you want out of that type of wedding?â€
Beryl looked him deep in the eyes. â€œThe fairy tale, honey. I want to be Cinderella, if just for a night.â€
â€œIn rags, scrubbing the fireplace?â€
â€œNo, silly! Cinderella isnâ€™t about rags!â€
Saske looked at the brochures, the glossy, pastel gowns and the castle backdrops. â€œNo, I guess not. Youâ€™d think Little Red Riding Hood would be in here. I loved that movie. I could be The Wolf for that.â€
â€œThe Wolf isnâ€™t a romantic hero!â€
Saske turned to his fiancÃ© with a saucy gleam in his eye. â€œAu contraire, my little Forest Traveler,â€ he growled. â€œAllow me to show you how wrong that notion is!â€
â€œOh my!â€ Beryl said. â€œHow big you are!â€
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