“I’m thinking.” He mused. “Does this make me Prince Charming, or Cinderella? Because the ball was for Prince Charming to find a bride, so I guess that would be you, but I’m totally not wearing the right shoes to be Cinderella.”

The surprised laugh burst out of her. “What?”

“Does that make Harvey my fairy god lawyer? Oh, and Louis! I can totally see Louis as that cat, what was his name? Lucifer! Yeah.”

Rachel threw her head back and laughed, making Mike grin. “Oh my god—I’m never going to be able to look him in the eye again!”

“Harvey, or Louis?”

“Both!” She exclaimed, carefully wiping a finger under her eyes to clear them of tears without ruining her makeup. “You’re crazy, Mike Ross, you know that right?”