*Daphne*
Of all the ways to start her morning, this was the last option Daphne had envisioned inside of her head.
Just when she’d finally gotten over her own anxiety about telling Alistair about the pregnancy, nothing was meant to prepare her for the storm that awaited her in the early hours of the day.
Someone leaked out the news of her pregnancy.
For a good moment she thought it had been the young heiress whom she spent her New Year’s evening with. But according to Alistair’s sisters, Katrina was not a clear fan of the media either.
Her mind was caught in a terrible haze. She was thankful that Tori was in the process of making tea because her nerves were horribly unsettled. Of course, none of what the media was depicting about her was true in the slightest.
Granted—yes, she was pregnant. But Alistair was, in fact, the father!
‘All I wanted was just a little bit of time before the press got their hands on this,’ she thought sadly.