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‘Sorry, it’s just’ She hesitated, pulling down the sun visor to check the angle of her hat, feeling oddly vulnerable at the thought of telling hi personal ‘I always knew exactly hoantedto be I know it’s silly, that they were just daydrea the loss of her ideal wedding seeent

‘Beach at sunset? Swanky hotel? Westminster Abbey and Prince Harry in a dress uniform?’

‘No, well, only solance at him His eyes were focused on the road ahead and somehow the lack of eye contact made it easier to admit just how many plans she had made She could picture it so clearly ‘My parents live just down the lane froetsurrounded by my family and then afterwards walk back hand in hand withtoo fancy, although Dad’s band would play, of course’

‘Of course’ But he was s

Daisy bit her lip as the rest of her daydreah herlacy, straight, deceptively silow over the soft Cotswold stone And she would be complete

There had been a faint ache in her chest since the day before, a swelling as if her heart were bruised As the familiar daydrea She was doing the right thing Wasn’t she?

It’s not just about you any more, she told herself as firmly as possible

She just wished she had had a chance to talk her options over with someone else But who?

Her sisters? They would iher, reducing her back to a tiresoirl in the process

Her parents? But no, she still had her pride if nothing else Daisy sed hard, wincing at the painful lump in her throat She had worked so hard to make up for the mistakes of her past, worked so hard to be independent from her family, to show them that she was as capable as they were How could she tell thenant by a man she hardly knew?

Her parents would swing into dae-limitation mode Want her to come back home, to buy her a house, to throwokay And it would be so easy to let them