Chapter Thirty-One

Nick moved Ella ahead of him into the last pew. He sat closest to the aisle but leaving lots of room for late arrivals.

“I still don’t think this was a good idea.” Ella worried her lower lip, lowering her head to hide part of her face by the lace teal veil attached to her fascinator. There was a lot of interest directed their way. Mostly because everyone knew now that Nick was a prince.

“Why? you look as you should.” Nick said simply.

“Yes, but you don’t understand.” She whispered back, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. Plus, this was a church, it had the same feel as a library, that people who enter should be quiet.

Nick took her hand, placing it on his thigh. Patted it, then put his arm behind her shoulders along the pew. Rubbing his fingers along her exposed skin just below the off the shoulder dress. She needed that contact, and it felt nice to be connected to him. It was like he could read how nervous she was. The simple act of having her hand on his thigh it gave he