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I open my arms. “Group hug!”

Cassie joins us.

“Not only Cinderella, but Sofia managed to put Pretty Woman to shame,” Cassie says. “Multimillionaire Edward is okay, but multibillionaire Bryce Van Der Linden is a real catch.”

“My big sister one upped Vivian! Big time!”

We cheer, hoot, and holler.

“I’m sorry ladies, may I borrow my soon-to-be wife?”

Bryce’s voice breaks our communal hug.

“No hanky-panky before the wedding,” Ciara says, wagging a motherly finger at my fiancé.

“I promise to be good, Mom,” Bryce mocks.

She lifts a hoity toity chin. “I expect nothing less.”

Bryce extends a hand.

I take it.

“Mariella wants to introduce us to a guest that just stepped on board,” he says.

I frown. “That’s cutting it close.”

“Apparently, it’s common occurrence for this guy.”

It behooves me how unbalanced the sides are. On the groom’s side, the crème de la crème VIP guests and their eye-popping wealth gobbles up the little money the bride’s side possesses. I swear, it’s like watching a game of old-school Pac-Man.

“Let’s go find out who it is,” I say.

Hand-in-hand we stride across the deck, and down the stairs.

Mariella gestures to both of us as we approach. “Bryce and Sofia, come, come.”

Whoever this guy is, he’s important.

He has an entourage… with earpieces.

The pristinely dressed guest is taller than Todd, but quite short compared to my soon-to-be-husband.

I wonder if he has my former handler’s huge ego?

“I’d like to introduce you to my good friend, Count Ludvig Wilmer Theodor Jönsson,” Mariella says. “He’s the second cousin of the Duke of Västergöthausseman of Sweden.” Duke of what? What a wicked last name. “Since he was already in Greece, I invited the count to join the festivities.” Mariella looks at me and raises both eyebrows.

I respond in kind.

I don’t know if she can top this. Unless she invited the Queen of England and she hasn’t told us yet.

“Mariella, no need for the formalities. Bryce and Sofia can call me Ludvig.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Bryce says extending a hand.

“The pleasure is mine,” the duke says, shaking it.

The second cousin of the Duke of Something-Something turns his attention on me. “You must be the lovely bride-to-be,” he says.

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