Roman smirked at the sight of Claudine as she entered the living room. She was stunning which was why she worked as a model, but seeing her still dolled up in normal light this close was over the top. Her long, platinum blonde hair was put up in a beautiful hairdo full of light blue and light pink flowers. She settled her tired, ice blue eyes on him.
"Don't you start," she said.
"Wasn't gonna," he said.
"Fine," she said. "Let me hear it."
"I thought the women I work with had to go heavy on the makeup for cameras, but this is next level," he said.
"Oh, shut up," she said.
She sent him a tired smile and turned around.
"I'm gonna remove the war paint," she said.
She walked to the bathroom and started removing the makeup. He joined her half a minute later. He placed himself behind her and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
"You're beautiful, angel," he said.
"Thank you. So are you," she said.
He smirked at those words and started pulling the plastic flowers and the bobby pins out of her hair. It would take time, water, a good conditioner and a solid hair brush to get all of the hairspray removed.
"You don't have to help me," she said.
"I know, but I want to. And it gives me a reason to touch you," he said.
"Jerk," she giggled.
"Your jerk," he said.
"My jerk," she smiled.
"You got any pictures to show me?" He asked.
He knew she was friendly with some of the photographers, and sometimes they sent her some of the pictures unedited before they were published. He loved seeing her work. He was proud of her.
She took out her phone and held it up. She had done a photoshoot for an expensive wedding dress designer which explained all the light toned flowers in her hair. The new Summer line was coming. She scrolled through the few pictures she had gotten. She had posed with three big, Cinderella style ball gowns.
"You look so beautiful," he said.
"You know I'll never wear something like that if we're ever getting married," she said.
"Oh, are we getting married?" He asked in a lighthearted tone.
"I don't know," she answered in the same tone. "Are you ever gonna ask me?"
"I hadn't thought about it," he said. "Maybe you can ask me."
"Maybe I will," she said.
"Will you?" He asked.
"Will I what? Ask you?" She asked.
He smirked at her in the mirror, and she smirked back.
"Will you marry me?" He asked.
"Are you actually asking or just checking the waters for information for later use?" She asked.
"Does it matter?" He asked.
"I suppose not," she answered. "Yes, I'll marry you."
"Great," he grinned. "Because I was asking."
She turned around in his arms. She looked funny with her hair still not sorted out and only half of the makeup wiped off her face.
"We're getting married?" She asked.
"Unless you wanna change your answer," he said.
"No, no, I'm good," she smiled widely. "Court house. Normal Summer dress. You in shorts. And we're having a barbeque in the back yard afterwards with our friends and family."
He mirrored her wide smile and leaned down to kiss her.
"That sounds like my dream wedding," he said. "Pick a date and we're doing it."
"We're doing it," she repeated.
"We're motherfucking doing it," he laughed. "I love you, Claudine, my precious angel."
"I love you too, Roman," she shrieked. "We're getting married!"