I was minutes from saying vows I didn’t want to say, when the man I’ve been fantasizing about bursts through the doors and lifts me off my feet. One moment, I’m a bride, the next, I’m his baby girl.
He’s older, possessive, impossible to ignore, and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry. I shouldn’t go.
But the second he pulls me away, I see everything clearly… I belong to Daddy, and he’s not giving me back.
