“Sorry about the interruption,” I said, my voice astonishingly even, and I gave al my guests my most polite smile. “But with that over, I believe we have a wedding to get on with.” I turned to Tove, stil smiling. “Assuming you’l stil have me.”

“Of course,” he returned my smile.

He held out his arm, and I took it. As we walked back down the aisle, the orchestra began playing “Moonlight Sonata” again.

“How are you holding up?” Tove asked quietly when we climbed the altar stairs.

“Good,” I whispered. “Getting married doesn’t seem al that scary anymore.”

We stood in front of Markis Bain, and I glanced back over my shoulder. Duncan stood in the doorway, and he mouthed the words all clear. I smiled appreciatively at him and turned back to the Markis.

“Shal we start with the vows then?” Markis Bain asked.

“Princess, Markis, turn and face each other.” I turned to Tove, forcing a smile to cover up the pounding of my heart. With a few simple words and exchange of rings, I vowed to take him as my husband until death. We sealed it with a quick kiss, and the guests erupted in applause.

7. Interlude

Thankfuly, between the wedding and the reception, we had a brief interlude while they cleared out the chairs and set up the tables and the dance floor. I’m not sure where new brides were supposed to spend that time, but I spent mine locked in the nearest bathroom with Wila.

I splashed cold water on my face, and that helped clear my head, even if it did drive Wila nuts. I dried off my face with paper towel once I felt better, and she franticaly reapplied my makeup.

We left the bathroom in time for Tove and me to make our grand entrance as husband and wife. When we walked in, Garrett stood up and introduced us as Prince Tove and Princess Wendy Kroner, and everyone applauded again.

I’m not sure how they did it in such a short time, but the balroom looked amazing. If I’d been the kind of girl to imagine a fairy tale wedding, this is exactly how I would’ve pictured it. The chandeliers that were lit during the ceremony had been shut off, so the room twinkled with fairy lights strung everywhere. Candles glowed on the tables. The whole room smeled of lilies from al the flowers.

While everyone watched, Tove and I danced our first dance to

“At Last” by Etta James. I’d let him choose it, and he was an Etta James fan. We did dance wel together, thanks to the countless lessons Wila made us go through to be sure we were perfect, but we didn’t twirl around the room like it was magic.