Page 67 of Insta Bride
What if I offered my heart and he tossed it aside? Then again, what if I played it safe and he said he wanted a future?
“Look, my feelings are all over the place. You’ve seen us fight a lot, but it’s never been malicious. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the real world. I don’t know what will happen if we’re outside this bubble. All I know is that no woman would say no to seeing more of Kye Branson.” I gave Bree my widest smile. Yes, with only days to go, I’d learned how to play the game and give the producers what they wanted.
“What do you think Kye will say about you?”
“One thing I’ve learned about Kye is whenever I think I know him well enough to assume anything, I’m wrong.”
“Is that code for you don’t want to talk about it?”
“No, that’s a genuine truth. I don’t know what Kye would say about me. I don’t even know if Kye knows what he would say about me. I’m different to anyone he’d date before. I think we’re different to anyone we would probably meet on the outside and that was the whole point of this experience.”
“Go on,” Bree encouraged.
“I can’t imagine how I’m going to feel that first morning waking up without him next to me.” Right on cue, my voice broke. This wasn’t about a diary entry anymore. It was me being honest with myself. “I can’t even imagine going a day without talking to him, without him giving me hell for drinking too much coffee or which wine to be paired with which meal.”
I bit my lip, and tears threatened to ruin my makeup when Bree stood up, gave me a hug and sent me back to the makeup room.
Two hours later and any trace of emotion had been painted over.
The three of us women were led to another room near the main ballroom, while we waited for the invitation to join our men.
Georgia and Kenzie had started petty bickering and I knew they’d realized only one could win. They’d teamed up to get rid of the competition, but in the end, only one couple would take home the main prize pool.
What just happened!
I’d walked in, last of the three women, going straight to my mark on the floor. The room had been decorated with thousands of white flowers; a line of champagne bottles ready to be opened.
Kye stood in front of me, before dropping to the floor. Well, he didn’t lie on the floor. But he’d dropped to one knee.
Kye knelt in front of me.
Kye.
The whole marriage proposal stance. For me.
“Well, babe?” Had he really asked a question?
“I need a minute.” I needed a recap. I needed time out.
I needed, something.
My heart was racing, my face was flushed. I felt hives breaking out all over my body. This couldn’t be happening. I wanted to run but where? Into the ocean so I could swim back to the mainland?
I didn’t know.
This could not be happening.
When I’d walked in, JP had said some crazy shit about forms we’d signed during the audition process had presented insane opportunities that the sane part of me couldn’t believe.
Kye had then dropped to the floor before saying more crazy shit.
Nothing was real. It couldn’t be.
Any moment, I’d wake up, find Kye, and we’d laugh about my crazy-ass dream.
But Kye was still kneeling in front of me in a light grey suit, crisp white shirt that only made him look sexy AF. His hair had been styled, pulled back into a man bun and he’d shaved.
He’d gone to a lot of effort to dress up, kneel down and now look up at me with bedroom eyes and incorrigible smile.