‘As beautiful as any bride on her wedding morning.’ Melissa turned round from the mirror to see Casimiro standing in the doorway of her sumptuous suite of palace rooms—a formidable and commanding presence in his Zaffirinthian naval uniform. Medals gleamed at his chest and the dark livery drew attention to his imposing frame and powerful presence. Her eyes blinked rapidly—as if she still couldn’t quite believe that she was marrying this man and that within a couple of hours they would be man and wife. Or, rather, King and Queen. She kept thinking that in a minute she would wake up and she and Ben would find themselves back in Walton in their tiny apartment with the spluttering shower and the barking dogs outside. ‘You’re…you’re not supposed to be here!’ she stumbled. He raised his dark brows. ‘Why not?’ ‘Because it isn’t traditional for the groom to see his bride on the morning of the wedding!’ ‘I hardly think we’re a shining example of traditionalism, do you, Melissa?’ he questioned wryly.
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