On her wedding day, a bride is left at the altar by her fiancé and her own sister — then vanishes without a trace. Eight years later, her disappearance still haunts the family she left behind, and the truth of what happened is waiting to surface.
I looked back. Daphne was twirling in front of the mirror while Nolan stood behind her, adjusting the bow at her waist. miles held up his camera yes yes that's the angle the shutter clicked five or
six times in quick succession I turned away and walked out of the boutique as I got into my car the two black sedans assigned to protect me fell in behind me without a sound my phone lit up with a message from the wedding planner miss Bennett the wedding is coming up have you chosen the invitation design before
I could answer another message arrived or you could let your sister choose she She has excellent taste. The car was so quiet that I could hear every breath I took, one after another. As though I were counting something.
What was I counting? How many times I had been forgotten in this relationship? I typed three words. Let her decide.
I meant it. Let Daphne decide. Nolan would listen to her in the end anyway. The reply came almost instantly.
Got it. I stared at those words and imagined the planner breathing a sigh of relief. Every decision the bride made was always changed afterward. They were probably tired of revising the plans over and over.
over. It was easier to let my sister make the decisions from the start. Before I put my phone down, notifications began pouring in. Miles was uploading photos to the chat one by one. I opened one. His composition was excellent. The light fell perfectly across their faces. Nolan stood in a sharply tailored black suit, and the two of them
the stars of a bridal campaign announcing the future wife of the Hayes Don. I had