"What did you say?" A snarl of anger shrieked out of Yara's mouth, rejecting the truth of the girl's report about Erhan's run away on their wedding day. Her eyes reddened, reflecting the horror of her fury; and in a second, the lace of the gown in her grip had turned crumpled.
"Esma has left the house, Miss." Her maid's voice echoed in her mind.
Yara scrambled out of the room with her clenched hands falling on her side; her ticking stiletto kicked the floor, emphasizing her outrage.
Yara slammed the door of the ballroom and slid through the throng of people who watched her with sympathy. Her eyes met her mother's figure who stood uneasily beside her father, talking to the Durmaz family whose back faced her.
"Mom….that's not true, isn't it? Erhan will come, won't he?" Her inpatient q
