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 would never live there. Nolan relaxed. Daphne dabbed at the corners of her dry eyes and smiled again. I turned back to my packing. Behind me, Daphne asked, So I really can change the to pale pink? Whatever you like. That afternoon, I went to the headquarters of the which Nolan controlled. On paper, the building housed shipping, hotel, and security companies.
Everyone in the city knew what it really belonged to. I packed the access card to the Hayes estate, the key to Nolan's private office, and several files concerning the family's legitimate that he had asked me to organize. At the reception desk, the woman immediately straightened when she saw me. Miss Bennett, shall I notify Don Hayes? Or I placed the bag on the desk. No, just give
this. Then I turned to leave. As I reached the dark carpeted staircase, Nolan's voice drifted through a half-open door. Two armed guards stood outside, and I slowed without meaning You want me to take you to your bridal manicure on Saturday? My fingers stiffened. A moment later, his amused voice carried through the doorway.
All right, you want to look your best for the wedding, so I'll take you. I'll explain it to Fiona. I gave a bitter smile. I had already decided to let go. What was I still hoping Before the wedding, Nolan and I had planned to do one thing we had never managed during our relationship, to watch the sunrise together. He had been postponing it since winter, always
saying he was busy and that we would go next time. At last we had chosen this Saturday. Now he postponed it again, but this time, I no longer cared. I pushed through the glass doors and