How to Turn a Frog into a Prince - Bree Wolf Page 0,116
vivaciousness and her unyielding belief that all would be well had changed him in more ways than he could say.
By all accounts, she had turned him from a frog into a prince.
And he would forever be grateful for it.
*
Energy hummed in her veins as Charlaine strode down the corridor toward Pierce’s study. With each step, it seemed she was gaining speed. Unable to hold her steps, she burst through the door, not bothering to knock, completely unable to wait a second longer. “Pierce, I need to speak with you!”
At her forceful entry, Pierce’s head snapped up and his eyes widened. “Why? What happened?” He shot to his feet, alarm on his face as he hasted toward her. “Are you all right?” His gaze moved over her as though checking for injuries.
Charlaine chuckled and grasped his hands, beaming up at him, unable not to smile. “I am perfectly fine,” she told him, feeling the corners of her mouth stretch even farther. “In fact, I have never been this happy.”
All tension fell from Pierce’s face, and a brief a sigh of relief escaped him. “I’m glad to hear it. Then do I dare ask what brings you here?”
“I need a favor.”
His gaze narrowed ever so slightly. “A favor? What kind of favor? Are you in any kind of trouble?”
Charlaine laughed, the same energy as before still humming in her veins, making her almost bounce on the spot. “I’m afraid I’m in most serious trouble,” she told him, trying her best not to smile, to look serious and forlorn. She failed miserably though. “I’m in love, and I wish to be married without delay.”
Pierce’s jaw dropped.
“So you see,” Charlaine said, squeezing his hands. “without your help, I’ll be truly and utterly lost. Will you procure a special license for Nathanial and me wish to be married as fast as humanly possible?”
Another second passed as Pierce continued to stare at her. Then he swallowed, the look upon his face torn between confusion and amusement. “So, he finally ask you to marry him?”
Charlaine shook her head.
A deep frown settled upon Pierce’s forehead. “Then I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“Well, it’s actually quite simple.”
“Is it?” Pierce demanded doubtfully.
“Yes, I asked him to marry me, and he accepted. See? Simple!”
“You asked him?”
Charlaine shrugged, grinning at him, still unable not to. Indeed, this was taking too long. Much too long. “You know me,” she told Pierce impatiently, her feet now truly bouncing her up and down. “I know what I want, and I want him. So why wait?”
Sighing, Pierce brushed a hand over his face, still looking a bit incredulous. “Why, indeed?” He heaved another deep sigh, then gestured to one of the armchairs. “Please sit. Your fidgeting is driving me mad.”
Although reluctant, Charlaine dropped onto the seat, trying her best to be patient…or at least appear to be. “What can I do for you?” she asked calmly, her fingers drumming on the armrests of her chair nonetheless.
Seating himself, Pierce looked at her. “I know you’ve always done things your way, but I would like to take a moment and discuss your next steps. Are you certain—?”
“Yes!”
He frowned at her. “Don’t you think it would be better if you—?”
“No!”
Pierce’s frown deepened. “But what would Peter say if—?”
“He would be happy for me,” Charlaine said, not a single doubt in her body that it would be so. “I know you worry, Pierce, and I love you for it, but there is no need. I love Nathanial, and he loves me.” She sighed wistfully, remembering the many times she had talked to Peter about life and love and death. “This is what he always wanted for me. This is what he had with my sister.” She gave him a warm smile. “It is what you and Caroline have, is it not?”
An answering smile danced onto Pierce’s face. “It is,” he said softly. “Please, do not believe I doubt you. I only want to be sure…”
“I know.”
He pressed his hands flat onto the surface of his desk, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “I know how deeply Peter cared for you and that he wished for nothing more than to see you happy.” He paused. “Will this make you happy?”
Charlaine nodded as tears began to mist her eyes. Oh, how she wished Peter could be here! As a little girl, she had always dreamed that, one day, he would walk her down the aisle, that he would give her away, smile at her and tell her all would be well.