Finally she had climbed into bed to thrill and thrill again to the memory of the Prince’s lips until reality became a dream and she fell asleep.
When Charlotte had awakened her and told her what she and Shane intended to do, she knew at once that it was right.
What she and the Prince felt for each other was only the extension of the first night when they had gazed at the icons together.
Apparently this had only made him more determined than he had been before in his desire to marry Charlotte.
She could not understand it, but then everything about the Prince seemed incomprehensible except for the fact that she loved him and, although he might deny it, some part of him loved her too.
In that she could not be mistaken. It was as real as the fact that she breathed or that her heart beat.
