The shifting of royal and noble butts on the wooden pews rumbled as everyone in the church stood and turned to look at Flicka and Wulf standing in the back of the enormous church. The string quartet played something lilting that was swallowed up by the cavern of the basilica while they strolled down the aisle.
Rae sat near the aisle in the second row, holding a seat for Wulf. She could see over most of the heads of the crowd, so she saw Flicka’s lovely smile and her white knuckles on Wulf’s arm. A diamond and gold tiara that looked like ocean waves held her long veil on her blond hair.
Wulf gazed down at his sister.
Everyone was looking at the bride, of course, which was why Rae was confused when Wulf turned his head and looked straight at Rae for a moment and about half the crowd followed his gaze.
Rae blushed under their stares and dropped her eyes to her green handbag on the shining floor.
When she looked up, Wulf had turned back to the front again, and no one was staring at her anymore.
Very quietly, she sucked in a deep breath to quell the panic.
She had gotten used to him being just Wulf, her own Blond Hottie.
For those few moments, under the stare of the crowd, he had become The Dom again and commanded their attention, even as he directed it toward Flicka.
But he had slipped and looked at Rae, and they had all followed.
Her heart pounded so hard that she was sure that Wulf would hear it as he sat in the pew beside her.
He changed so fast.
This was their last day together in Paris, and she missed Wulf already.