Chapter 4
The Queen of England was already seated in Donna’s pew. Her heart pounded. Being a guest at a royal wedding was so different from her ordinary life. She held onto Blackwell’s arm, just in case he disappeared and she woke up from a dream.
Blackwell escorted her two rows behind the royal family she’d grown up watching on TV. She scooted in and stared around the room. In the front row were the American princesses but her gaze went to the entire royal family that the newspapers were always writing about.
There was no way she belonged in this world, but it was nice to see that the faces were all real. Blackwell smelled good, like the mountain air he so loved mixed with pure testosterone. She squeezed his hand and glanced at his profile. Yesterday she’d never have believed she’d end
