Daisy
I had expected a lot of things when I finally emerged from the bedroom with Adens hand firmly clutching mine. But I hadn’t expected every single pair of eyes in the large meeting room to turn to us.
My steps faltered as my eyes came to rest on Alon. He was sat at my mothers side, close but not touching. He was looking at her adoringly but she had angled her body away from him. Like she couldn’t stand to look at him.
I couldn’t blame her. I couldn’t stand to look at him either.
It was a struggle to even step into the room when he was in it. But somehow I managed it. Mainly because I had Aden next to me. His hand warm and dry in mine.
“Daisy.” My mothers smile was wide and genuine. “You both look so much better. Will you sit and join us for breakfast?”
“No.” Aden spoke for me
