Lucia had not looked at Prince Michael all morning. She had done everything to avoid him and to not be alone with him. Every time their eyes connected, she looked hastily away. Her skin heated up as she remembered how firm his hand had been on the small of her back, and how the muscles there contracted in response to his firm yet gentle kneading fingers. If she closed her eyes she could feel the taste of his lips on her mouth. She wanted more of that but she wanted his friendship more. She did not know what to say to him.
So, she had busied herself with Caroline. This was Caroline's last day as a single woman. Her last day as a Handhoff. Lucia might not be the maid of honour but she would do her best to be helpful and ensure Caroline had the best day of her life.
