His Convenient Royal Bride by Cara Colter

Author:Cara Colter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-02-05T16:08:56+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

A REAL LIVE prince caused something of a stir, even in Vegas, where the marriage bureau saw everything and everyone from celebrities to Elvis look-alikes.

Despite an awestruck clerk, the license was issued quickly and efficiently. Then they were back in the stretch limo. Even in Vegas, where such vehicles were common, people were straining their necks trying to catch a glimpse of who might be inside.

The hotel, which looked like a Southern mansion, was an oasis of calm in the middle of that bustling, crazy city. They entered through a secluded garden and check-in was private and seamless, all handled by the Prince’s unflappable staff.

The private plane should have prepared Maddie for the opulence of the hotel, but it did not. She explored the suite shamelessly. It was four thousand feet of pure luxury, and included two master suites, which given the real nature of their wedding night, was a relief to see. There was an indoor lap pool, a waterfall cascading down one wall and a huge fireplace, lit, even though the air-conditioning was on. There was a huge private deck.

Tables were covered with fresh flowers and pricey confections.

“I don’t think I can get used to this,” she confessed finally, meaning all of it—private planes and staff and VIP treatment and places like this. “Is your...er...home like this?”

“The palace is quite grand.”

She gulped. His home was a palace. Her home for the next year was going to be a palace, too. It made her feel quite dizzy.

“But the palace is grand in a different way than this. This all seems quite new and glittery, the palace is more steeped in history and refinement. For instance, the table in the dining room is six hundred years old.”

“I guess you wouldn’t want to be spilling your red wine on that,” she said.

He laughed. “I guess not. I think some of the table coverings are as old as the table.”

She was beginning to feel like pressure was building up behind her eyes. On a good day, she wasn’t even sure what fork to use!

Her drop into a new lifestyle was nearly immediate because the thing Ward had whispered to Lancaster about was apparently some serious pampering for her before her wedding. A whole team of professional pampering people arrived at the suite door and she was ushered into the smaller of the two master suites.

A massage table was set up, and before she knew it, modesty was cast aside, and she was under a sheet completely naked, being slathered in warm mud. The mud slathering was followed with her being wrapped in a thick white terry cloth robe and given a facial and pedicure and a manicure.

And then the door rocketed open, and a man swept in, pushing a clothes rack in front of him.

“Frederique is here,” he called officiously. He abandoned the clothes rack and strode over to her. He took her chin in his hands and forced her head this way and that.

“Who are you?” she asked, pulling away from his hand.

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