*Daphne*

“There you are,” a soft, rich voice spoke from the doorway of the Blackwood library.

Having spent most of her Saturday out with Brianna looking through wedding dresses and finalizing the RSVP list, Daphne decided to spend the remainder of her time scrolling through one of her old, classic favorites.

Daphne glanced up from her book to see Alistair in his usual dark blue dress shirt and his hair slicked back from his chiseled face. Life had ...