“Lana! Victor!” I called as I rounded the back of the other limousine in time to see the man lift Lana into a wheelchair.“Daisy, dear,” Lana said when she saw me approaching her. “It’s good to see you.”“It’s good to be mistaken for my son,” Harry laughed as he closed the limousine’s door and turned around.“Don’t let it go to your head, Harry,” Lana giggled. “Maybe Daisy lost a contact lens.”My disappointment that he wasn’t Victor was crushing me, but I tried not to show it. “It’s good to see you, Harry. I didn’t know you enjoyed shopping with Lana.”“I don’t enjoy shopping at all.” Harry smiled at his wife. “But Lana can’t get around by herself yet, so I was drafted to be her nurse today.”“Nurse?” Lana rolled her eyes. “I just need a little help getting in and out of the car.”“Daisy, will you help me raise my darling wife’s leg?” Harry asked. “It must be elevated until the cast comes off, or it swells.”I adjusted the wheelchair pedal while Harry lifted Lana’s casted leg. When h
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have nail polish in a shade of emerald green,” the manicurist doing my mani-pedi told Amy. “But I’m sure I have another color suitable for Miss Wilson that will compliment her gown.”“That’s okay,” I told her. “Miss Gray was joking.”“I thought you might want your nails to match your dress like mine,” Amy teased.“Yeah, but your dress is pink,” I reminded her. “I’d rather have pearl white nails than any shade of green.”Amy giggled again. She was feeling a little silly after getting massages and facials the day before the prom.I wished I could match Amy’s enthusiasm for the prom, but she had Justin, while the guy I wanted to be my escort had disappeared from my life.Victor hadn’t called or come by my office or the mansion in weeks. After running into Lana and Harry at Gisele’s, I texted him again, asking if he heard Alex was getting well.Victor responded with a thumbs-up emoji, and he called Alex to congratulate him.“I love spa days,” Amy said as her manicu
“I don’t understand either,” I said. “I saw you driving the blue car.” I know I did.“Daisy, I never had a blue car,” William insisted. “The only car I’ve ever owned is my black Mustang.”I was so sure it was William who saved me. It’s what started my crush on him. Yet, there was no reason for him to deny it was him.“William, was it you who found me lying on the side of the road?” I asked.“No, it wasn’t me,” he replied. “I wish I knew who it was. I would like to thank them for helping you.”I put the candy back in my pocket. Everything I believed about that day was falling apart. William was modest, but why would he deny doing such a good deed?“I know I saw you getting into a blue car more than once, and one time, I saw you drive it away from the school.” I know what I saw. I couldn’t be convinced otherwise.“Daisy, I never had a blue car,” William insisted. “I don’t remember ever driving one either. My mom and dad have white and silver cars, so it can’t have been theirs that you s
William and I walked to the front of the mansion together. We were both still stunned by what we had discovered, and we remained silent until we reached the front door.“I’m sure you have a lot to think about,” William said. He kissed my cheek, and his voice took on a strange tone. “You’ve been a good friend to me too, Daisy. See you later.”Watching him climb into the Mustang and leave, I had a strange feeling in my stomach. As I slowly walked into the house, everything began sinking in.I had always been sure that William was the guy who saved me. It was a shock to know it had been Victor instead.Even more shocking was it meant the Goddess wanted me to be with Victor. But it was too late. I was going to the prom with William, and Victor was avoiding me.I went inside and hurried to my room. A few moments later, Diana and I leaped from the balcony and began running toward the field.As we ran, all the special moments I had with Victor played in my mind. I adored spending time with h
“I must be dreaming again,” I mumbled as I walked into Victor's arms.No, he was real! This was really happening! I felt the tingling sensation as his strong arms closed around me. It was heaven to be back in his embrace.“But, what about ….” I didn’t want to say William's name and break the spell.“William called me,” Victor explained. “He said he realized you and I belong together, and he will no longer get in our way. He asked me to escort you to the prom.”“Is he okay?” I pulled away from Victor a few inches. “I didn’t want him to be hurt. He’s a good guy.”“He’s fine,” Victor assured me.“I’m awfully glad you’re here, but I feel terrible that William will miss his senior prom because of me.”“He’s not missing anything.” Victor grinned and put the corsage on my wrist. “He accepted a promposals from a nice little blonde cheerleader.”I was surprised for a moment, and then I hugged Victor tightly. “I’m glad he’s going with her. If it’s the girl I’m thinking of, she adores him.”“Hey
I almost missed some steps as I thought about William’s request.Although I didn’t know anyone who had undergone a rejection ceremony, I had heard of them. I wasn’t sure how the ritual worked or what I had to do. All I've heard about them is that they are painful.I felt guilty that William was willing to go through that to get over me and reclaim his life. Yet I couldn’t help who I loved.Deep in my heart and soul, I knew I wanted to be with Victor. I think I always did. I just didn’t realize it until recently. So it was only fair that I do anything I could to help William move on.“William, if you think a rejection ceremony will help you, we will do it,” I told him. “I’ll talk to Alex about having it at our home.”“Thank you, Daisy.” He looked into my eyes as we danced. “I want you to know I wish you and Victor much happiness together.”William’s words were sincere, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes that I could feel through Diana.Being near William and Mark had her feeling
“I just want to hold you, Daisy,” he said. “I know you well enough to know you aren’t ready for us to be intimate. That’s okay.”“Really?” I asked. “I don’t mean to be nervous, but you make me feel things. Things that my body wants that I don’t understand. It scares me a little.”I bit my lip as my face turned red. I couldn’t believe I said that to him.He kissed my hair. “Don’t be afraid. Someday, when you’re ready, we will explore what our bodies want from each other. But I promise I won’t rush you.”“I had no expectations when I offered to bring you here,” he added. “I want to hold you, sit quietly, and talk. I’ve missed you so much, Daisy.”I relaxed into his arms and put my head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you too. Talking would be nice.”“Did you enjoy your prom?” he asked.“It was wonderful because I was with you,” I said. “It was a miracle when I saw you walk into the foyer wearing your tux.”“William made it happen. He is a good man,” he said. “As soon as he realized we bel
Jennifer woke me in the late morning the next day, and I hurried to get dressed and go downstairs to speak to Alex. I found him in his study.“Dearest, you just caught me,” Alex said. “ I was leaving for the association office.”“Can you spare a few minutes before you go?” I asked. “I need to talk to you about something important.”“If it’s important, the association can wait,” Alex declared. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”I explained to Alex about William needing the rejection ceremony and my willingness to go through with one even though Diana told me they could be dangerous.He was concerned, yet supportive. “A rejection ceremony can be dangerous, but I would rather you and William dissolve your bond since you have chosen Victor to be your mate.”“I believe it would be best for all three of us,” I said.“Are you talking about the rejection ceremony?” Victor asked as he walked into the room.“Yes,” I replied. “I talked to Diana and thought it over, and I believe we should procee
I woke to the enticing scent of dark roast coffee. I stretched and realized I had slept more than I thought I would that previous night. The smell of coffee grew stronger, and I felt steam on my nose.Opening my eyes, I saw Amy standing over me, waving a mug under my nose. “Wakey wakey,” she crooned. “It’s your wedding day. Victor expects to see you at the chapel in two hours.”I reached for the mug and took a sip. The coffee was laced with dark chocolate almond milk and a touch of steamed heavy cream.“Mmm, thanks, Amy. It’s just the way I like it,” I said. “This is such a treat.” I stretched again and took another sip.“Enjoy it, but don’t dawdle in bed,” Amy put her makeup bag on the nightstand. “You need to get in the shower and wash your hair. Anna will be here to help us soon.”After waiting for this day to come for so long, I was both ecstatic and a little nervous that something would go wrong.“Is it really going to happen?” I asked my best friend. “Am I really going to be his
Kayla kept her word. The estate that we named Juniper Acres because of the dozens of Juniper trees on the grounds became ours a few days after my talk with her.I liked the small trees. They had a pleasant, fresh, and woodsy scent, and the blue/ green berries were pretty and had many uses.Besides making arrangements for our wedding, Victor and I spent the last three weeks getting our mansion ready for us to move in. It was a labor of love, knowing it was all ours.We painted some of the rooms in different colors that we preferred. I especially liked the shade of yellow that we painted our breakfast room.Like Alex’s mansion, our breakfast room had many windows facing east for plenty of natural sunlight. We would enjoy our mornings together, enjoying our first cup of coffee in the room.The living room now had comfy, overstuffed furniture in light blue and walnut. The carpets and drapes were neutral colors that set off the polished wooden floors.It was an inviting room. I looked forw
Victor called the realtor while I stood beside him with my fingers crossed. There had to be a way to fix the snag, whatever it was. The estate was perfect for us. We couldn’t lose it.I heard the realtor’s voice when she answered his call. “Victor, I’m sorry for giving you bad news.”“What’s the problem?” Victor asked. His voice was calm, but I saw the tension on his face.“The current owners of the Juniper Lane estate are two granddaughters of previous deceased owners. One of the young women refuses to sell to Miss Wilson.”Puzzled, Victor and I looked at each other.“Why?” Victor asked.“She claims Miss Wilson did something to cause her problems in the past,” the realtor responded. “I can’t change her mind. She refuses to sign the papers to finalize the sale.“Does she know the size of the offer we made?” Victor asked as I searched my memory for the identity of the granddaughter.But I couldn’t think of who I had angered that much. I shrugged at Victor and did a palms up.“Who is sh
“I’m sorry,” I said and knelt down to pick up the pieces of broken glass.“That’s alright, Miss Wilson,” Benson said. “Thomas will take care of the mess.” He motioned to a footman. “Let me get you another glass of tea.”“Are you okay, Daisy?” Cassidy asked. “We shouldn’t have shocked you with the news in front of guests.”I shook my head and tried to smile. “No, I’m fine. I was just surprised. Congratulations. I’m happy for both of you.” But was I? I had been an only child since Alex found me.Even though I knew Alex would continue to love me, my only experience with having a sibling wasn’t a positive one. Andrea enjoyed making my life miserable.So, I wasn’t sure how I felt about having a half-sister or brother. However, I was sure Alex and Cassidy wouldn’t treat me like the Smiths, and I’m optimistic the baby wouldn’t be like Andrea.But what would change in my life?“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Alex asked. He looked concerned, and even though I had been shocked, I didn’t want to spo
Victor’s POVDaisy was terrified. I could tell she was afraid her stutter would return. If she was scared enough, it could happen. She needed my love and support.I stepped forward to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear, “No matter what, I love you. But you can do this. I’m right here with you. Pick one person in the crowd and talk to them.”Daisy gave me a weak smile, and I saw her take a deep, trembling breath. She looked out at the crowd of strange faces, and I knew the instant she saw someone she recognized.It was Amy, standing with Justin, William, and Penny among the sea of reporters. They must have heard about the press conference and come to support us. They were true friends.I sensed Daisy was relaxing, and she began to speak.“When I was seventeen, I worked in a restaurant owned by my best friend’s father. While waiting on customers and bussing tables, I dreamed of going to college and getting my law degree.“I wanted to use that degree to help the werewolf classes who
Victor and I freshened up while trying to think about what we wanted to say. Then we went back downstairs and watched the reporters and news anchors arrive outside the mansion.“There are so many,” I said. “I’ve never seen this many reporters at once before.”“They are coming from other cities to be here,” Shane said. “Your and Victor’s vision for the future is big news. There are rumors that Victor is going to quit the leadership, and you’re moving away from Denhurst.”Findlay snorted. “I heard that rumor, along with several crazier ones. I think the people need to be reassured of your good intentions for everyone.”“I can understand that,” Victor said. “How about you, Daisy?”All I could do was nod. I understood, but I was growing nervous about going out there in front of such a large crowd of reporters and photographers. There were so many. It was like a sea of people forming over the vast front lawn.My hands began to tremble when the estate staff began moving the temporary stage
I cried all the way back to the mansion. Amy remained silent, patting my arm occasionally and handing me tissues when I needed them.She pulled into the driveway and to the front entrance before she spoke.“It looks like Alex has company,” she said. “Who’s limos are they?”I punched the seat. “That one is Lana’s, and the one pulling in next to us is Lily James’s. The nerve of that pushy woman. She followed us!”“But look, Daisy,” Amy pointed toward the front doors. “Victor is here.”I wiped my eyes and saw Victor coming toward me. He opened the car door and took me into his arms.“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he crooned. “Gisele called and told me what happened. So I had Findlay call everyone here for a quick meeting to set them all straight.”I stopped crying and nodded even though I wasn’t sure it would help.“This nonsense will stop now,” Victor took my hand and helped me from the car.We waited for Amy to put the baby in the stroller before going inside.I looked around the foyer, unab
Victor’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. Then he shook off his surprise.“Are you serious?” he asked.“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” I replied.Why did Victor look so shocked? During the few times we had spoken about kids, he said he wanted a family.Tears stung my eyes, and I turned away from him. “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up.”Victor gently turned me around. “I know you’ve been upset since Amy had the baby, but I didn’t know it was because you want one too.”“When I first held Brendre, I felt such a rush of love that it was all I could think about for days,” I explained. “I never thought much of babies before. I think it's because my adoptive parents rejected me when they had their own baby.”“That makes sense.” Victor took my hand and started walking down the beach again. “Anyone would feel that way.”“Holding Amy’s baby made me realize I very much want to be a mother,” I said. “And I don’t want to wait a long time to start our family.”“What a
Daisy’s POVI couldn't believe Victor was leaving. Couldn’t he stay with me at the beach house for just one day?An emptiness in the pit of my stomach started when he turned to leave. It grew after he went out the door. Through our bond, I felt his painful, churning emotions and wondered if he was finished with me.I couldn’t lose him! I’d return to Denhurst this minute and marry him in any ceremony his mother wanted. The only thing that really mattered about my wedding was Victor must be the groom.I had to stop him from leaving. I needed to know what was on his mind and in his heart.Running out the door after him, I saw him climb into his car and start the engine.“No!” I cried as I jumped in front of the Lamborghini. “Don’t leave me, Victor. I love you!”The Lamborghini’s engine stopped, and Victor leaped out of the driver’s seat. He hurried to my side.“Why won’t you stay with me?” I asked.“I thought you wanted to be here alone,” Victor replied. His body was trembling with emoti