Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

He grinned. “It passed.”

I stared at

the set of double doors that reached at least twelve feet high. There were two guards dressed in full ceremonial uniforms. Their white gloves gripped the handles.

This was it. On the other side of the door was a ballroom full of guests.

I closed my eyes, picturing Damon’s smile. His eyes.

The doors opened and a man next to the grand staircase began to speak in a booming voice. I froze when I realized where I had heard him before. He was the MC at The Titan. Holy shit.

Someone whispered behind me to enter the room.

“Announcing the arrival of Molly Washington, official Royal Consort to King Sauvage.”

He didn’t act like he recognized me.

I stepped forward toward the top of the staircase. I wish someone had warned me the ballroom was sunken. Guests entered at the upper level. There was a balcony that surrounded the floor below. I had to walk down an entire flight of stairs.

I looked down. Damon was in the center of the room, smiling.

Suddenly I realized I could do it. It didn’t matter if the MC knew who I was. Damon was standing at attention as if he were still in the royal navy. I couldn’t keep him waiting.

By the time I reached the bottom step I knew everyone was watching us. He stepped forward. I offered my hand, curtseying the way Ayla taught me. When I rose, he took my hand and led me to the row of men and women closest to us. This row was Damon’s cabinet.

“Nice to meet you.” I shook hands with the first man, followed by the rest of the line. “Thank you for attending.” I smiled and nodded.

Once I had made all the government introductions, the room watched as Damon led me to the opposite side of the room. The royals sat in chairs.

I was required to curtsey to each of them. I already preferred the government side of the ballroom. But these people were Damon’s family. This was critical.

I smiled when I saw Isabel. Thank God, I knew someone in this sea of diamonds and tuxedos. It was as if I had been given a small lifeline.

I dipped in front of her. “Princess Isabel,” I repeated the phrases Ayla had taught me.

We moved to the next person. He had dark hair and eyes like Damon. I recognized him from the pictures as his brother Liam.

“Prince Liam.” I curtsied.

The ballroom was quiet as I shifted along the row. I wished they would at least play music.

Next was Prince Donovan, then Prince Klein. The Sauvage family genes were strong. There was a striking resemblance between all the brothers.

Last in line of the siblings was Dominic.

“Prince Dominic,” I greeted him.

His eyes followed me. I couldn’t separate the man in front of me from the stories I had heard about the woman he lost. Did he resent me? Envy what Damon had done?

He nodded, dismissing me quickly.

There was only one final introduction.

I lowered my head in front of her. “Queen Caroline,” I spoke clearly.

Her expression didn’t change. She nodded.

I exhaled.