Free The Prince & the Pregnant Princess by Susan Mallery Page B

dignitaries, family friends and a couple of thousand guests.
    Organ music soared to the arched ceiling of the fourteenth-century church.
    Saints watched from stained-glass windows, their hands outstretched.
    Cleo found herself shaking with unexpected nerves. The only thing that kept her going was watching Sabrina ahead of her. Zara’s half sister moved slowly, in time with the music. Cleo kept her pace even as she struggled to not turn and run.
    She could hear the faint murmurings of the guests as they watched her. At least her bouquet of flowers cascaded down to her knees, hiding her bulging belly. She didn’t want there to be any speculation—not on Zara’s day.
    As she approached the front of the church, she saw Rafe . He grinned at her, then looked past her as the organ music shifted to the wedding march. Everyone stood.
    Cleo wanted to turn around and watch her sister, but she still had about ten feet to go. Her gaze lingered on Rafe , and she watched his expression change to one of love and wonder. He looked as if he’d been waiting for Zara all his life.
    Perhaps he had, Cleo thought as she stepped into place next to Sabrina. Perhaps she was his one true love.
    Cleo casually glanced at Sadik , who stood behind Prince Kardal , who was Sabrina’s husband. Sadik didn’t seem to care that the bride had entered the church. He stared at Cleo as if he could claim her with a look.
    She fought against a feeling of sadness. Possession was not love, and whatever feelings he had for her were just about the baby. Intense longing filled her—longing for what Zara had. A family, a man who loved her more than anyone in the world, a place to belong. Was it so wrong to want to be a part of something? She’d spent her whole life on the fringes, always on the outside looking in. She had a bad feeling that wasn’t going to change.
    Cleo shook off her unhappy thoughts and turned her attention to her sister. Zara looked like a princess as she walked up the aisle, her father escorting her.
    Everything about the moment was perfect, and no more than Zara deserved.
    Kissing the bride was not a part of the Bahania ceremony, but Rafe did it, anyway. Cleo joined in the spontaneous applause as the couple clung to each other before turning and facing their happy guests. Bells rang, the vibrant sound echoing in the church.
    The bride and groom started down the aisle. Cleo went next, expecting to link arms with Kardal , but he had shifted positions with Sadik , and she found herself close to the one man who could—despite everything—still take her breath away.
    “You are radiance itself,” he murmured as they strolled down the aisle. He nodded at several guests. No doubt rulers of distant lands and personal friends of the family.
    “Thank you.”
    As they had on the way up, the crowd continued to overwhelm her. This was for real, she thought, stunned and amazed. Her foster sister, the same person she’d fought with about bathroom time and who had once tried to pierce her ears with a sewing needle was an honest-to-goodness princess married to a sheik.
    Even more shattering she, Cleo, was walking down the aisle of an eight-hundred-year-old church, next to a prince who could trace his bloodline back a thousand years. Oh, and she was pregnant by him.
    Her head spun when they stepped outside and she saw that thousands had gathered around the church. In a special area set up to the left of the church, several dozen television crews reported on the event for the international news. Still cameras flashed, taking pictures everywhere.
    The horse-drawn carriages stood waiting. After Rafe and Zara moved off in theirs, Sadik helped her into the next one. Thank goodness Kardal and Sabrina sat with them. Cleo didn’t think she was capable of forming words let alone dealing with Sadik right now.
    “You look shell-shocked,” Sabrina said kindly as their carriage started forward.
    “I’m not surprised. This is a little overwhelming for me and I’ve