*Daphne*
As much as she wanted to embrace the weight of letting her secret out being lifted from her shoulders, Daphne couldn’t shake the terrible feeling that plagued her since they left the New Year’s Eve gala at the Courtland’s.
It felt like forever until she had reached the top of the staircase. Her skin felt cold since she forcibly pulled herself out of Alistair’s arms.
Although it hurt her to leave him behind, she was desperate to lay down. She wanted to get out of her dress and unpin her hair.
Daphne made her way into the master bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. Once her gown was back on the hanger, she threw an oversized shirt over her head and grabbed a few makeup wipes for her face.
Something in the back of her mind told her that she wouldn’t be seeing Alistair for a while.
‘That’s fine,’ she told herself.