Two days down and the royal wedding was fast approaching. Richard sat behind his desk in his office, unsure what to do. He wasn’t alone, but Didier hadn’t said much since he took a seat on one of the leather chairs with a tea tray. Words would not help. Not when the situation was growing more difficult and complicated by the hour.
Last night, Richard had researched the names on Christina’s list while she continued combing the registries. All that hard work, and for what?
Surely not a tabloid photograph of them kissing.
Seeing the kiss in print jolted Richard from his years of studied indifference. Before meeting Christina, it had not mattered, but now…
The ghost of her kiss remained. The softness of her lips, the candy-sweet taste of her mouth.
What angered him most was that the pictu
