The Sheikh's Contract Bride by Holly Rayner

Author:Holly Rayner [Rayner, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Weeks passed by, with Kaye and Amir working long days to get enough footage for a six-month season. Before she knew it, Jen was walking in with her wedding gown.

Kaye swallowed at the sight of the garment bag.

“It’s beautiful, I promise,” Jen soothed, as though she were comforting a real jittery bride.

Kaye grinned.

“I’m sure it is. Did Merle pick it out especially?”

“You know he doesn’t have time for such things,” Jen scoffed, flipping back her hair in an ‘I’m too good for you’ gesture.

“I certainly do. Let’s take a look, shall we?”

“We’re going to do more than that. Today, we’re filming the wedding.”

“What?” Kaye asked, stunned.

Jen lifted an eyebrow at her.

“You didn’t know? Man, they are so bad at communication around here. That’s probably why Merle gave me this.”

She handed Kaye a packet of papers, and when she opened it, she saw a set of scripted vows with a lengthy description of how the ceremony was planned to take place. Looking up, she did her best to remain professional.

“I suppose it’s time to go over some lines.”

Jen nodded.

“You can do that while I give you the most beautiful hair and makeup of the century, before we slide you into that gown.”

Kaye sat, reading over the emotional speech that someone had written for her. She felt a pang of sadness, knowing that her first marriage was a sham, a desperate, last-ditch attempt to launch her career. Had she really sunk so low?

As she read, the doors burst open, and a camera followed behind Amalia. Kaye’s eyes lit up when she saw Amir’s mother, and she made sure to quickly hide her script.

“Your Highness! It’s so good to see you!”

She jumped up, and Jen did a great job of looking like a grumpy hairstylist behind her as she wrapped Amalia in a warm embrace.

“They didn’t tell me we were filming this today,” she whispered in Amalia’s ear.

“Of course they didn’t. Just play along my dear; that’s what we all do.”

“I am happy to see you as well,” Amalia said louder, stroking a strand of one of Kaye’s silky brown curls as she admired it. “I’m sorry to interrupt your preparation; I just wanted to see you. Now, where are your parents, so I can meet them?”

Kaye’s face fell, and Amalia’s eyes grew sympathetic.

“They don’t approve?” she asked softly.

Kaye shook her head.

“Well, we won’t let that get to us.”

“Where’s my daughter?”

Kaye gaped at the open door as a man she had never seen before strolled in. When he saw her he stopped, placing a hand to his heart. He had to be in his mid-fifties, with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair and a face made to look more like hers with stage makeup. Before she could ask who he was, he embraced her, and she hugged him back.

When this was all said and done, Kaye mused that she could have an exceptional career in improv theater. The man stroked her cheek with a gentle thumb.

“You look stunning, my dear.”

“I’m not even ready,” she said, turning to show that she only had half of her hair and makeup done.

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