The Sheikh and the Pregnant Bride. Susan Mallery

too much into the word. Besides, what did she care about Qadir’s opinion on anything but the car? He was just some guy. Royal, but still.

      “I already have some dresses ordered,” Victoria continued. “I could have them send a few more in Maggie’s impossibly skinny size. With her hair up and in high heels, she could be a princess.”

      Maggie glared at her friend. What was Victoria up to?

      “I agree.” Qadir nodded. “Maggie, you will attend the ball.”

      With that, he turned and left.

      Maggie waited until she was sure they were alone, then glared at Victoria. “What were you doing?”

      “Throwing you in the path of a handsome prince. My quest for a royal connection has failed miserably, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be successful.”

      “But I’m not interested in him that way.” She didn’t think she would ever be interested in another man. Loving and losing Jon had been too painful.

      “Can you honestly look at me and tell me you aren’t the tiniest bit excited by the thought of dressing up in fancy clothes and dancing with Qadir?”

      “We’ll dance?”

      “See! You’re interested.”

      “No. It’s just I’ve never done anything like that.”

      “All the more reason to do it,” Victoria told her. “Come on—it will be fun. We’ll both be fabulous and the princes won’t be able to resist us.”

      Maggie had a feeling she would always be resistible, but allowed herself to momentarily wonder what it would be like to dance with a prince.