This news caused most of the ex-harem to trudge wearily to two round tables in the far corner of the large room. There they sat and sulked, casting sullen glances at the bride. Shanna was across the room with her new husband, chatting happily with Gregori’s mother. With a sly grin, Gregori motioned toward them. “Let’s go congratulate Roman for taking five hundred years to find a bride.” “I’m sure he considers her worth the wait.” Darcy followed him with Maggie and Vanda. Gregori glanced at the ex-harem, skulking in their corner. “Life of the party, aren’t they? Do they still refuse to be on the reality show?” “I’m afraid so.” Darcy sighed. At least their number was dwindling. Two of the ex-harem had decided to move to Paris and become models. And then another had shocked them all by announcing that she was eloping with her secret lover. With Maggie and Vanda already involved in the show, Darcy needed every remaining woman to participate.
