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Henny chuckles. “Young girl, you never cease to surprise me.” She points her finger at me. “That good-looking young man and the prince are lovers?”

I nod.

“And you’re happy with this arrangement?”

“Yes, incredibly so.”

“What about kids?” she asks.

“We have that covered,” I tell her as I walk over and grab her hands in mine. “Please trust me, Henny. I couldn’t find two better people for me. I never thought I would have a chance at happiness, but I do with them.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” she says as tears well in her eyes, she stands up and hugs me. “I only want the best for you,” she tells me, hugging me tightly.

“I promise you I’m happy. I can’t wait to start my life with them.”

“You sure after this short time?” she questions me.

“I do. I am thankful that I went for a walk that night in the garden and stumbled upon them both. That we got talking and I was honest with them, about why I was there, that they took a chance on me too, confessing their secret to me, right there in the garden. I could have done anything with that, especially with our reputation but that night, something sparked between the three of us and we all took a chance and now we are here.”

Henny gives me a wide smile, “Well then … let’s get you married to your prince and his bodyguard.” She grins.

The next couple of hours are a whirlwind of preparation between photographers, staff, and my sisters. But we make it, and I’m looking like I’m going to be on time.

“Oh, my goodness,” Henny squeals as I step through the door in my wedding dress. “You look like an angel.” She cries while taking me in.

I decided on a traditionally elegant wedding dress with a modern twist. It’s an off-white, long-sleeved ruffled gown with a low neckline. My chestnut hair is pulled up into an elegant bun with a cathedral veil pinned to my diamond tiara.

My sisters are wearing powder-blue strapless evening dresses.

I have a bouquet filled with white peonies, soft ivory garden roses, and sprigs of silver dollar eucalyptus. The photographer takes pictures of me exiting my room, and I can hear the gasps of the staff as I start my walk.

“Your Highness, you look beautiful,” one of the footmen tells me. “Your carriage awaits.”

We follow him through the palace halls and outside to where the royal carriage is waiting for me, so I can ride to the cathedral and wave to the hordes of people who have been expectantly waiting to catch a glimpse of me.

“Here we go,” I exclaim to my sisters as I suck in a deep breath and jump into the carriage.

Moments later, the sounds of the horses’ hooves across the cobblestones echo, and I begin the next phase as a bride and future Queen of Friendsburg.

Once we exit the palace gates, the roar of the crowd is deafening, and as far as the eye can see, there is a sea of people.

Wow. This is overwhelming.

Everyone has flags, people are waving, glasses of champagne are raised, there are picnics in parks, and little girls dressed up as princesses, and it’s then that a single tear falls down my cheek as I happily wave to everyone.

It’s not a long journey to the cathedral, so we arrive at the bottom of the steps quickly. I’m helped down from the carriage and the crowd goes insane, screaming out their well-wishes.

My sisters help fluff out my wedding dress, and I turn around and wave to the crowd who go wild again.

Henrietta walks ahead of me, while I take the first couple of nervous steps toward the stairs as my sisters continue to straighten out my veil. One by one, I walk up those stairs, then turn and give the crowd one more wave as I compose myself and take Henrietta’s arm.

The doors to the cathedral open, the organs begin to play, and I take the first step into my new life.

All I see at the end of the aisle is my prince and his guard directly beside him dressed in their military finest. When the music begins, they both turn around, and I can see they are both blown away. Greyson is struggling to hide his true emotions. Augustine is letting his freely show, with a couple of tears falling down his cheeks.

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“You may now kiss your bride,” the archbishop declares to the cathedral.

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