Year Four (Kingmakers, #4)

by Sophie Lark

“I’ve got something that might work,” he says. “You brought a dress?” I say, trying not to smile. “That’s daring, even for you. Though you do have incredible legs . . .” Miles grins. “Yeah, I bet you’d love to see that. Sorry to disappoint—this dress was always for you.” He covers my eyes with his hands, walking me through the main room of our suite into the bedroom. “Is this just a ruse to get me back in that bed?” I say. “Possibly,” Miles says. “Depends how much you like your gift . . .” He pulls his hands away, revealing a strapless gown artfully displayed on the coverlet, with a pair of matching silk gloves, a belt, and high-heeled shoes in precisely the same shade of shocking pink. I stare at the dress, hands over my mouth. “You didn’t . . .” I whisper. “It’s not the real one,” Miles says, quickly. “I mean, I’ll buy that for you if you want, but it’s so old it would fall apart if you tried to wear it. I had a replica made. It’s all peau d’ange silk, just like the original, and look, the lining’s black satin. The palms of the gloves are even suede, just like in the film.” “How on earth did you remember?” I say. Three years ago, I told Miles that my dream dress was the one Marilyn Monroe wore in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. I used to watch that movie all the time with my abuela. I’ve never mentioned it since. “I remember everything you say to me,” Miles tells me, his expression serious. It’s true—Miles never forgets. He never misses details. He never fails to come through....