*Daphne*
Daphne hadn't realized that she was holding on to Alistair's hand as though it were the only thing keeping her from drifting away. The moment she stood there alone at the altar, reality appeared to have finally set in.
Rowan was not coming.
Her body was pulsing with a series of emotions that were all fighting for first place. Oh God, how in the hell was she ever going to live something like this down?
There she stood in the dress that made her feel beautiful, in a place that was decorated and fit for a real princess—only to be abandoned at the altar...
An awful tremor coiled through her body like she had just been doused with ice water. She felt her friend approach her but she couldn't make out a single word Brianna was saying to her. It wasn't until Alistair had moved fro
