Later that evening on the plane, Ari caught herself nodding off, but the swivel club chair didn't lend itself well to sleep. "Would you like to try and get some rest?" Lillian asked, her eyes sympathetic. "We have several more hours to go and won't arrive in Estrea until morning.""Yes, but these chairs make it nearly impossible," Ari blurted out before thinking. The fallout with both her mother and sister, along with spending the afternoon shopping, had taken its toll on her, and she was about ready to drop.Lillian smiled. "Come with me." She stood and headed toward the back, obviously expecting her to follow.Too tired to object, Ari rose from her seat, grabbed her purse, and followed. Lillian walked past a bar and the restrooms, but stopped at a door, blocking off the back of the plane. A broad smile spread across her lips, and then she opened the door.Inside was a king-sized, round bed, covered with an inviting white silk comforter. On the small vanity was a white lady's night m
The next morning, Ari showered and shaved, preparing for her wedding. It was hard to believe that this was her wedding day. After all, she hadn't even met her fiancé in real life yet. But she found that she was excited for the possibilities. Then she thought of arranged marriages in the past. Most of them worked out well. She guessed that her own marriage was a modern arranged marriage.Feeling refreshed, she stepped out of the shower, slipped into a white, furry hotel robe, and wrapped her long, brunette hair up in a white fluffy towel. She put on her new perfume and finished getting ready, truly feeling like a princess. Maybe everything would go well after all. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.Ari thought it was strange that someone was knocking on her door. Weren't her bodyguards supposed to maintain her privacy... especially on her wedding day? Then she thought that maybe it was Lillian. She hurried to the door, eager to see a friendly face. But when she opened it, a strange
After the makeup artist and cosmetologist left, Ari waited to be taken to the church, while Lillian fussed a bit more over her dress, making sure everything was in place. She had dreamed of this day for a long time. and she didn't want to miss a thing. The antique white lace veil covered her long brown hair, but not her face. It matched her floor-length down to perfection, fitting her like a glove, as if it had been made for her.But as she waited, Ari couldn't help but think about the woman... Dima Franz... Grayson's ex-fiancé. Although she had to have lied, Ari couldn't help but wonder if what she was saying was true. What if the man she was about to marry was abusive? She couldn't help but wonder. But Ari pushed the thought from her mind, determined to enjoy her wedding day."Are you ready for this?" Lillian asked when they were alone. Ari nodded, willing the butterflies to stay at bay. "As ready as I'm going to be." Lillian placed a hand on the side of her cheek, forcing Ari to l
Ari took Grayson's arm and he patted her hand, reassuring her. Then he turned toward the priest and nodded. But she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was about a foot taller than her and stood very tall and straight, adding to his height. There was a regal air about him, one cultivated only with time and having been raised with royalty.Vickie had been right. She could do worse.Ari turned toward the priest, listening to the words as old as time itself, that would bind them as man and wife. When it was time, Ari said "I do" without hesitation. Somehow, she was already his, and he was hers. She wondered if he felt it, too. Finally, the priest said, "I now pronounce you man and wife." Then he turned to Grayson and said, "You may now kiss the bride."Grayson took her into his strong arms and looked into her eyes, as if seeing into her soul. Searching her eyes for acceptance and finding it, his lips descended upon hers in a kiss filled with passion and promise for the future. He was the
The next morning, Greyson woke with his new bride in his arms. Ari she was perfect: beautiful, funny... Xavier adored her, and he could see through anyone. And there were no long engagements. As he watched her sleep, he was glad that things had worked out as they had. Love was overrated, but might come with time. But as he watched her sleep, he realized that he was already attracted to her. When she had walked down the aisle headed toward him at the church, taking her last steps before becoming his wife, she had taken his breath away. At that moment, he had never seen a woman as beautiful as her in his life. She had a grace about her that he hadn't expected. And when she met Xavier, she was kind.And last night, she had given herself to him completely.During the night, he had truly made love to her as he had no other woman before. He had tried to be as gentle with her as he possibly could, but she had responded as he hadn't expected, deepening their kisses and their lovemaking.He h
After Declan left, Grayson looked toward the restroom and heard the shower come on. He was tempted to join her but ordered room service first. After he hung up, he slipped into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain."Mind if I join you?" he asked.She shrugged, leaning back into the water to rinse her hair. He was suddenly jealous, having wanted to shampoo her long hair for her."Look...." Grayson sighed. "I'm so sorry about Dima... that you were put into that position with her. I promise you that I'll have a talk with Piers about keeping you safe."She opened her eyes and stood before him, letting the water run over her glorious body. "I have one thing to say to you."One corner of his lips curled into a smile. "Oh? And what's that?"She shrugged. "Who's going to protect you... from me?" Before he could say anything more, she pulled him into the shower, robe and all. ***After their shower, room service had delivered their breakfast. They spent the morning feeding each othe
Grayson opened the door for Ari, headed for the castle, when flashbulbs went off in their faces."Is it true that you're married?" one woman asked."Where're you from?" a man asked Ari. "How did you meet?" another man asked Grayson.Grayson grabbed Ari's arm, pulled her back inside, and closed the door. "Where are my bodyguards?" He whipped out his phone and quickly dialed Piers Wingfield's number."Yeah?" Piers answered on the first ring. "I can't get out my door! The paparazzi are swarming!" Grayson spat into the phone. "Where are my guards?"It sounded as if Piers started walking and then running. "Are you at the hotel? Is Her Royal Highness with you, too?""Yes, she is." Grayson looked over at her and she folded her arms across her chest. Then he turned his attention back to Piers. "Where are my bodyguards?"Grayson heard a car door slam shut at Piers' end of the phone. "That's what I'm going to find out. I'm on my way."Grayson clicked off and shoved his cell phone into the insi
Bang! Bang! Bang!Grayson opened the door and Piers was on the other side. "We're ready."Grayson nodded, then he closed the door and held Ari's coat for her. "They're ready."Ari slipped into her coat, colder than she had been before."About Dima—""Let's not talk about it now," Ari cut him off. "I said what I had to. What you do with the information is entirely up to you." Then she turned to look into his eyes. "But know this. It's not just about you anymore. It's about me now, too."Grayson nodded once. "Let's go." He wasn't going to make her promises that he couldn't keep. He wasn't going to tell her that Dima would no longer bother them because, frankly, he didn't know. He had hoped that he meant more to Dima than for her to destroy not only his marriage, but his life. But after this, he no longer knew."Let's go!" Piers and two other guards whisked Grayson and Ari down the hallway. A guard was standing by the elevator, waiting. Another guard blocked off the stairwell close by. Pi