Chapter 190

Elena's POV.

My stomach felt like they were wrenching, and suddenly I was feeling the urge to throw up, and to make matters worse, I caught my reflection in the mirror, and there I was, looking like a heartbroken Maleficent.

He didn't change a bit; the Camera and tv shows didn't do him enough justice. My business side was itching to make him an offer to model my male collection of beach shorts.

I blinked.

He blinked.

I looked back at the windshield, clenching my teeth before steadying my breath, then I muttered, "You don't look bad, your Excellency."

"You look blonde, Elena."

I hated how his voice sounded steady while mine was a whirl of emotions; how had I forgotten that square chin was my weakness, and that hair, dear gawd...

"I apologize if I interrupted anything."

My frustrations were becoming anger, anger at myself for losing myself; I wished I looked better, but now I was looking homeless, and him .. with that stainless look, full