May
02
The Paparazzo and the Queen's Guard

Episode 1

The Paparazzo and the Queen's Guard

Make way for the Queen’s Guard

May
04
The Tourist and the Scotsman

Episode 2

The Tourist and the Scotsman

True love is real and she’ll prove it!

May
09
The Milliners

Episode 3

The Milliners

Hold on to your hats!

May
11
The Maid and the Gardener

Episode 4

The Maid and the Gardener

Love blossoms in the Royal Gardens

May
16
The Butler and the Bodyguard

Episode 5

The Butler and the Bodyguard

Muscles meet manners in the hunt for the runaway bride

May
18
The Big Day

Episode 6

The Big Day

A day fit for a princess

The Maid and the Gardener
Episode 4

The Maid and the Gardener

Love blossoms in the Royal Gardens
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Jasmin

For the third time that day, Jasmin Karim made her way down the back stairs of the east wing of Buckingham Palace to the Red Salon, where the bridal bouquet awaited spritzing. Ms. Jones, the royal florist, had chosen the large room specifically because it was as cool as a refrigerator—the cold would keep the flowers from wilting, she’d explained. The salon was on a different floor from the royal bridal suite, and Jasmin had been scampering up and down between the two rooms all morning.

As the soon-to-be bride’s lady’s maid, Jasmin was in charge of the bridal wardrobe, including care of the exquisite bouquet of divine-smelling flowers. The arrangement had to be kept well-hydrated right up to the ceremony. Hold the water spritzer bottle about six inches away from the flowers and give them ten good puffs every hour, on the hour, Ms. Jones had instructed.

In truth, Jasmin was glad to have an excuse to get away from the royal suites for a bit. There had been such a palaver that morning between Princess Gracie and Princess Georgie, over hats of all things.

Although nothing could temper her mood today. Jasmin’s lips curved into a silly smile. Prince Richard was marrying his love, Miss Meredith, tomorrow, and it was going to be a glorious day—hat debacles notwithstanding.

Weddings made people crazy. Jasmin had been front and center in all three of her sisters’ nikaahs, and knew how tempers could run high for months leading up to the ceremonies. The royal wedding was no exception. Even with a slew of wedding planners and event organizers nitpicking every detail, things had gone awry. But everything would go smoothly tomorrow, Jasmin thought, nodding firmly as she strode toward the Red Salon.

Her steps faltered as a horrendous crash echoed through the east wing hallway. At its heels came the high-pitched yips of a couple of very excited dogs.

“What on earth . . . ?” she cried, and charged forward. But in her rush to turn the corner and investigate the source of the sounds, Jasmin tripped on her own sturdy Mary Janes and went sprawling onto the carpet.

“Oomph!” Winded and utterly mortified by her clumsiness, Jasmin blew loose strands of hair out of her face and pushed herself up. Then she froze, spotting the open doors of the Red Salon. She was positive she’d closed them behind her an hour ago. And the barking was coming from inside!

Alarmed, Jasmin lurched to her feet and rushed—or rather, hobbled—into the room, coming to an abrupt stop just inside the door. She stared in utter devastating, disbelieving horror. The table she’d dragged from the French windows to a side wall, as per Ms. Jones’s instructions to keep the flowers out of the path of direct sunlight, had somehow toppled over, smashing the vase containing the bridal bouquet to the floor. Water, petals, and shards of glass were scattered everywhere and . . . and the corgis were using the bouquet as a chew toy!

“Oh. My. Goodness. Oh my goodness! Who let the dogs out?” she cried, grabbing hold of her head with both hands. What had happened here? Who’d caused such havoc? She looked around wildly for the culprits, but there was no one in the room except for her and the Queen’s corgis, now fighting over the bouquet.

“Oh my goodness.” She dashed full tilt to rescue the bouquet, ignoring the sharp pain in her ankle from her earlier stumble. How had the bloody corgis managed this?

“Shoo! Get away from the flowers . . . and the glass. Bad doggies. Bad!” She tried to grab whatever was left of the bouquet, and found herself in a tug-of-war with both snarling mutts. Then, as abruptly as the commotion had started, the corgis tired of the game and released the flowers, sending her flying backward onto the ground. Without so much as a look in her direction, the dogs imperiously trotted out of the room. Jasmin didn’t waste a second; she shut the doors and locked herself inside.

She took a moment to wipe sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand while her bosom heaved. She stared in horror at the carnage the dogs had left in their wake. Shredded flowers covered the carpet, and the tangled wire skeleton of the bouquet lay sadly in the middle. Shit.

She wondered if the disaster would lead to her being drawn and quartered in the Tower of London. Big, giant dollops of shit.

Jasmin buried her face in her hands and groaned. This could not be happening. This was supposed to be the best week ever, leading up to the most romantic day ever. This was supposed to be her chance to prove to everyone that she wasn’t here simply because of her father’s position as Superintendent of the Royal Household, but that she deserved her promotion from a regular maid at Windsor Castle to Miss Meredith’s personal lady’s maid. It was by her father’s...

Love blossoms in the Royal Gardens
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