Hope POV
I fasten my costume and then eye myself critically in the mirror. As far as fairytales went, it was more than appropriate but I had made a few changes, wanting more of a cocktail dress than something simple. My long dark blonde hair was tucked beneath the cloak, a shimmering red color with rhinestones, that appeared even brighter beneath the light without looking too tacky. I could have dyed my hair to match the storybook, but I declined, liking the natural color and still wanting to show that I was myself. I liked the dress, knowing eventually that I would be taking the cloak off and then I grabbed the picnic basket that completed the look. My makeup was subtle, my lips a rosy red as I pursed them. It was perfect.
Liam came in and sucked in a breath when he saw me. His eyes sp
