The queen continued. “That means your older son, and my son, the crown prince, will need to stand with Bertrand. We can’t have the wedding party lopsided.”
The duchess’s fingers touched her gaping mouth. “You cannot. Just imagine. The photos would be doomed.”
“Exactly,” the queen agreed.
Were these two enemies or twins separated at birth? Perhaps this was how royal mothers acted.
Not that they mattered. Only the bride did.
“You look incredible,” Kat said to her friend. “The dress is amazing.”
“I can’t believe I’m wearing this dream of a dress.” Sophie stared down at the dress. “You outdid yourself, Olga. Just as I knew you would. Thank you.”
Olga dipped her head. “The gratitude is mine for being entrusted with your wedding gown.”
Sophie squeezed Olga’s hand. The look of love that passed between the two brought another tear to Kat’s eyes.
And she wondered.
Had there been a caring, loving nanny like Olga in Gill’s life when he was growing up? Or was that why he acted the way he did? Because there’d been no one to give him the attention a child needed, the love a child deserved.
The thought tore at Kat’s heart. That might explain why Gill had never seemed happy at camp. Caroling aside, he didn’t seem much happier now, but for all she knew, he had the most nurturing caregivers in the country.
None of her business.
Except he was part of Sophie’s life, and she was part of Kat’s.
He’d surprised her more than once today. Maybe there was more to Prince Annoying than she was giving him credit for.
Dare she find out?
