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Daisy’s father was so fay face, wild hair and skinny frame were timeless Rick Cross had burst onto the e had definitely not withered him; he still toured, released and doh these days it was philanthropy not wild antics that kept him there

‘Beresford? I’ve read your books Good to meet you’

Daisy slipped an arm around Seb and he obediently held her close as she beaot soet married!’

It was exhausting, pretending Hanging on Seb’s ar off the admittedly beautiful but soer as her fane

A glass of chane Daisy pretended to sip If her parents suspected for one single second the real reason for her e they would be so disappointed Not in her, for her

And she absolutely couldn’t bear that To let theain

They kne much she wanted to fall in love, to be loved

Vi hung back a little, her eyes suspicious even as her mouth smiled Her sister had been so badly burned, it was hard for her to trust And Daisy was lying after all

‘I’ll call the vicar right away’ Herhaste ‘You’ll want spring naturally, Daisy darling, next year or the year after? I think next year A long engagement is so dreadfully dreary’

Daisy looked at Seb for help but he had been drawn into a conversation with her father about guitar chords Did Seb know anything about guitars or chords? She had no idea

No idea what his favourite food was, his favourite ramme If he played a by or both

‘Daisy, stop daydrea,’ her mother scolded as she had so ?’

Daisy tugged her hat back into place ‘Sorry’ She put on her widest smile and did her best to look as if her heart weren’t shattering into ever s married here’

The rest of her family fell silent and Daisy could feel three sets of eyes boring into her ‘Not getting married here?’