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I almost curtsy, but catch myself, and extend a hand instead. “I am,” I say. “It’s an honor you’d attend our wedding, Ludvig.”

“Sofia, the honor is mine. I can’t thank Mariella enough for the invitation,” he says, kissing my hand.

Unbelievable!

I can’t believe a member of the Swedish royal family is kissing my hand.

Just when I thought this day couldn’t be more surreal.

“Thank you for being part of our magical day,” I say, blushing.

“Mariella, you’re full of surprises,” Bryce says.

At least I’m not the only one who’s impressed.

“I love you and Sofia like I love my own flesh and blood,” she says. “Not to mention, a touch of royalty never hurts… especially, when the bride-to-be will be wearing a bona fide tiara, walking down the aisle,” she winks at me.

My blush deepens.

Mariella checks her diamond encrusted watch. “Speaking of walking down the aisle, we’re setting sail soon. It’s time for you to get ready, Sofia. You’re getting married in two hours.” I can’t wait! “Bryce, go enjoy a drink with Ludvig and keep him company while me in the glam team and I help your future wife transform into a princess.” That wasn’t a suggestion.

Before the sun sets, I’ll be Mrs. Van Der Linden.

Epilogue

Bryce

It’s official!

We’re Mr. and Mrs. Van Der Linden.

Considering this is marriage number four for me, watching Sofia walk down the aisle felt new––untainted.

For the past four hours, the festivities have been going on full force.

My stunning wife––who hasn’t stopped smiling––and I are sitting in the middle of a sea of happy people as Mariella’s yacht floats on the Mediterranean Sea.

It doesn’t get better than this.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper over my wife’s lips.

“My glam team worked their magic.”

“I reckon there wasn’t much work to do. Even without a trace of makeup, you always manage to steal my breath away.”

She blushes from ear to ear.

I study her for a beat. “I’m a lucky guy. I married my hot crush.”

Behind long dark lashes coated in mascara, big, brown eyes peer up at me. “Me? Your hot crush?”

“Yes.”

“I’m pretty sure it was the other way around.”

“You had the hots for me, beautiful?”

Her expression turns serious. She places a hand over her heart, lifting the other. “Yes, Father, I have sinned. I broke cardinal rule number four on my first day on the job. One look at my client, and I was a goner.”

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