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He liked the way she used her camera as a shield, he liked how hard she worked, how seriously she took each and every wedding He liked the way she focused in on the tiniest detail and made it special

How she made him feel special

He liked her dress sense, the vivid shade of red lipstick He liked how long it took her to choose the hat of the day, how that hat evoked her , rosy-cheeked, make-up free, hair tousled

He liked prettyabout her He loved her

They were supposed to be getting ement sealed with a soulless diamond solitaire He was a fool

He flipped open her laptop again, clicking onto her email He needed her sister Rose’s eht It ht not be too late for him after all

And then he would bring her home

CHAPTER TWELVE

‘HI’

It seemed such an inadequate word Daisy’s breath hitched as Seb came to a stop and looked at her He was pale, his eyes looked bruised as if he hadn’t slept at all and a sh her

Only to ebb with the realisation that it probably wasn’t Daisy herself he had spent the night tossing and turning over The publicity that calling the wedding off would cause? Probably Losing a legitimate heir? Most definitely

‘Hello’

He took a step forward and stopped, as if she were a wild aniht bolt

It was chillier today and Daisy wrapped her arainst the sharp breeze blowing across the lawn

‘How did you knoas here?’ Had her father called him?

‘I didn’t I tried the studio first’

That ? A sh her ‘I’ off I kno much you hate emotional scenes but I really needed some space’

‘I understand’ He sed, and her eyes were drawn to the strong lines of his throat ‘I’ve been thinking myself’

‘About what?’