âIâve loved you for a thousand years.â
She takes a perfectly polished hand in her own, petite, pristine, perfect, as she bends down onto her right knee, glancing up at the princess, smiling through her teeth, âIâve loved you for a thousand years and Iâll love you for a thousand more.â Eloise remains bent, smiling, suddenly she stands to her feet, smoothly dancing towards the table, where a script lay on the page that they were rehearsing. âDid that sound weird? I mean, I know Iâm supposed to be a guy but it just didnât sound believable to me.â And so a frown settles on her eyebrows, pouting, disappointment weighing on her lips, cheeks, dimples.Â
















