Page 7 of Royally Wed
No!
It couldn’t be the cello player from the Abbey, couldit? Obviously not. She was freaking out about nothing. Since when did the palace let random musicians saunter into the queen’s sitting room?
“MR. REED, WHAT Apleasure to see you again,” Her Majesty said. What was going on? Her motherknewthis man? “Thank you for coming by. I wanted you to meet my daughter, Princess Amelia.”
He turned to face her, and if Amelia hadn’t already been sittingdown, she might’ve fainted.
It had been dark in the church. She’d only gotten a quick glimpse of the man whose music had touched her so deeply. But she would’ve recognized him anywhere. She just never thought she’d see him wading toward her through a sea of corgis in her mother’s office. She never thought she’d see him againanywhere.
But she was...
Now.
Because it was him.
