Sometimes you just have to hit the FUCK-IT button.
This was one of those times.
Outside of her crown and white dress, all of her clothing was Maddox's doing, stored in a guest suite she hadn't entered until she needed a dress for tonight.
The room was generous. Mountain view. A fireplace large enough to heat twice the space. Fresh flowers on a writing desk by the window.
Guinevere took it in. "I should probably face the music and start living here."
"Absolutely not. This is a dress retrieval mission only," Blair snapped. "I'm not losing my roommate to a storage closet with a bed."
The bed was large, covered in pillows, with three black velvet boxes lined up at the foot.
Blair was already opening the smallest before Guinevere finished crossing the room.
"HOLY FUCK."
She snapped it shut, then handed it to Guinevere with a mischievous smile.
Guinevere was already grinning. But when she opened it, her grin fell into a jaw drop.
