*Saoirse*
“Lady Saoirse, you have a guest," a butler said as he walked into the room where we had set up shop for the wedding planning.
“A guest?" I asked in confusion.
I wondered who would be coming to see me. If it were Rhys, they would have just announced him. I didn't know who it could possibly be.
The butler stepped aside. I dropped the glass of champagne I had been sampling for our first toast. It shattered on the hard floor, but I didn't even notice it. Standing next to him was one of the last people I ever expected to see again, let alone in the capital.
“Hi, Saoirse," my mother said with an attempt at a half smile.
Everything that happened before was completely forgotten as I jumped to my feet and rushed to my mother, wrapping my arms around her. I could feel tears stinging
