Mr. Faire's Scarebrooke 2 (special preview)

“Scarebrooke, the Neighborhood of Nightmares,” Bram murmurs off the sign. He squeezes my hand tight then brings it up to kiss my knuckles. “Such a fitting name for home. How ever do you do it, Button Eyes?”

“You treat me as if I am the first person to name a town,” I chuckle. “It is just a cute name. Nothing to be too awed by.”

“Ah, but it is!” Bram pulls me in for a soft kiss. “For ages we were just the Neighborhood. But now we have a name, we’re legit!”

I roll my eyes and straighten out his tie. “Calm down, love.” I smooth down his collar and pat his chest. “We were always legit. You just like to put me on a pedestal.”

Bram smiles down at me. “Aren’t you excited for the grand re-opening?”

“Of course I am. We’ve been planning it for months.” I take hold of his hand and walk back into Scarebrooke. All around the Neighborhood, there are streamers and fairy lights hung up, decorating what is to be our most important night of the year.

We recently added the new name, as well as a few more attractions. The Neighborhood was becoming tight, so we expanded, adding on to the already quite large section of the Carnival. We now had the Greenhouse and the Kindergarten, taking in strange and exotic plants and creatures, as well as the children that have started filling up the place. There’s also the new church, which is small, but it has become one of our favorite projects.

Ever since we retired our music box routine, Bram and I have been trying to create a new act just for the two of us. We’ve done small things here and there, but we want to incorporate something big and wonderful to combine our styles.

“I got us our costumes, by the way.” I’m brimming with excitement to see him in his new clothes. The outfit I had picked for him is going to make him look absolutely stunning. Not only is it going to show off his body, which he usually keeps covered, but I had added something extra he won’t be expecting.

“Did you now?” Bram opens the front door and I rush in. I take the big boxes with our costumes and set them down on the table. “I sure hope you didn’t pick me out something that goes against my modesty,” he teases.

I kiss his cheek, brushing his hair away. “It’s a bit more revealing than you’re used to, but it will suit what we have planned.”

“Oh my,” he purrs. “I hope it’s not like that lingerie you got me for our wedding night.”

I give him a look. “That was for me. I still don’t understand why you thought that would be for you.”

“The lace was soft,” he snoots.