Chapter 526 - Five Hundred And Twenty-Six: Emerald Is A White-Swan -2 (1/2)

The third point of view:

”By the way, why do you ask?”

”Nothing,” Emerald answered, quickly. His wife was worth more than his reputation. Moreover, if anyone dared to make fun of him, he would simply punch out their teeth, problem solved - his men knew better than to get on his nerves.

”Let's begin,” He couldn't wait for this to be over.

”No, one more accessory,” Cecil said and began to search through the drawers before coming up with a swan masquerade headband. The sassy fascinator was made with a mesh net and hard solid feathers. Most of all, it was feminine.

God, no, Emerald wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. Yet, no matter how much he cringed, he still stood at attention as Cecil got on her tiptoes, brushed his bang aside, and placed the headband on his hair.

”Yes, done,” She smiled at him, the warmth radiating like the morning sun that he forgot his worries - for that moment.

”Alright, get in position,” Cecil said, assembling her camera as Emerald posed awkwardly behind the modern 3D mural art on the wall.

”You look stiff,” Cecil told him, ”Relax those muscles, Emerald love. No one's going to eat you, at least no yet,” she alluded to sex and that seemed to work. The huge man loosened up.

”Alright, I need confidence,” Cecil focused her camera, ready to take a shot, ”In one... two... three....”

There was a flash.

Cecil looked at the shot she took, it was okay but Emerald looked like some Titan ready to vaporize his opponent with his intense gaze. He was not smiling at all.

”Emerald love, could you smile at me. Your unsmiling confidence is overwhelming,” she complained.

And of course, Emerald did smile. But then, it came out as a cold sneer instead.

Cecil facepalmed, she had to teach how to smile at a photographer as well?

With a sigh, She went over to the giant who still hadn't moved from that position - he didn't want to spoil her shoot. Cecil got on tiptoes and stretched his lips with both hands to form a smile.

”Fine, the second shot comes in one... two... three,”

The camera flashed. Cecil looked down at the picture. It was horrible. The smile was unnatural.

Camille put her camera down, ”What are you doing?” she asked, face-palming a second time.

”Smiling?” Emerald said awkwardly, his lips set in that smile Cecil forced his mouth into.

”Exactly,” Cecil told him, ”I stretched your lips to give you a hint of what I want but you're so dense.....” she trailed off as soon as his expression sank.

Cecil sighed, this wasn't his fault anyway. Emerald was only doing it because of her and had even offered to model willingly. This was someone who was used to violence and death, smiling must be hard for him.