*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 ...