sisters-in-law in Rule and Sydney’s apartment. Sydney, as it turned out, was having a baby, too. She and Lili were both due in January. They agreed that the birth of a child was the perfect way to celebrate the New Year.
When Lili left the others, she went to change into a pale blue silk skirt and matching jacket. She met Alex, now dressed in a fine designer suit, in the private office of Her Sovereign Highness. For an hour, they received instructions and coaching from the palace press secretary.
And then, at five that afternoon, they were the star attraction at a press conference in the Blue Room of the State Apartments—the State Apartments being the official wing of the palace where public visits and activities took place. They sat at a long, red-clothed table flanked by her father on one side and Adrienne and Evan on the other. They faced row upon row of chairs filled with press people. There were cameras and microphones and a whole lot of questions.
Lili said what she had been told to say, as did Alex. They sat close together and held hands, as per the palace press secretary’s instructions.
It went as well as it could have been expected to go, Lili thought. As usual, the press people interrupted one another and talked over each other. They were impatient, demanding—and full of suspicion that more had to be going on than an elopement between a prince of Montedoro and Alagonia’s heir presumptive.
Lili concentrated on remaining calm and unruffled. On being gracious and not saying too much. She said how happy she was to be Alex’s wife. And how glad she felt that she and Alexander had finally come forward about their marriage. She was thrilled, she said, that she could now be Alex’s wife for all the world to see. And she was so looking forward to the gala dinner party that night. It would be a chance to celebrate their union with the people they loved the most.
Like all unpleasant occurrences in life, the press conference eventually came to an end. The press people were ushered out through one door. Lily, Alex, her father and Alex’s parents escaped through another.
Dinner, a formal affair to which Lili wore diamonds and a long strapless creation of metallic gold, was at eight in the ornate dining room within the state apartments. Lili’s father and all of the adult members of Alex’s family were there, plus several lords and ladies her father had invited from Alagonia and a number of top Montedoran officials and their wives. The courses were endless, the speeches and toasts more so. Lili smiled and chatted and played the part of the deeply in love, deliriously happy bride she was supposed to be.
She didn’t get any help from Alex. He sat at her side in his gorgeous white dinner jacket, looking distant and severe, saying little.
After an hour and a half of that, she leaned close to him and whispered, “This isn’t fair and you know it. You’re making me do all the work.”
He wrapped his powerful arm around her bare shoulders, causing a hot shiver to course through her, and he whispered back, “Ah, but Lili, you’re so very good at this.” His warm breath stirred the fine curls that had escaped her chignon. “And everyone knows about me, that I loathe any and all ceremonies of state—including endless, boring state dinners like this one. They all simply think I can’t wait to get you alone and out of that gold dress.”
She smiled at him in a way that she hoped looked adoring, and put her lips close to his ear again. “You promised to try.”
And he replied, equally softly, “And I am trying. I am trying so very hard....”
It was no use and she knew it. She would get nowhere with him here. Later, when they were alone, she would clarify their agreement and get his word that he would do better in the future. For the moment, she gave a light trill of laughter and eased out from under the stonelike weight of his arm.
The dinner went on until after eleven. Then there was music and brandy