The morning before my sister’s wedding, our driver suddenly lowered his voice and said, “Lie down on the back seat and cover yourself with a blanket. You need to hear this.” I refused at first, but he insisted, “Trust me.” Half an hour later, I heard Takeo…

“Excuse me?”

“You need to hear something,” he said quietly. “But they can’t know you’re here.”

I laughed uneasily.

“I’m not hiding in my sister’s wedding car. That sounds ridiculous.”

Marcus didn’t smile.

“They asked me to pick up two men before heading back to the bridal suite,” he explained. “They told me you wouldn’t be coming this morning.”

The humor drained from my face.

“Who said that?”

“Your father,” Marcus replied. “And your sister’s fiancé.”

“Daniel?”