Selena"s Fate

e the marriage contract was signed the weddi

e. They picked it all. I felt like a puppet, strin

his?" I asked one of the wedding plann

r. Sinclair prefers to

urse,

*

the mirror, staring at the reflect

rom his wheelchair. His bright eyes were the only thing kee

m, forcing a smile

asked, his innocent

o be? "As long as you're

*

t the altar, tall and rigid, his face a mask of indifference. Hi

is. I stared at the floor, willing myself not to falter. T

roze. I couldn't speak. The words c

on?" the offi

react, didn't care. His vow was a single sentence, cool

ike that, i

*

o looked past me to speak, almost reverently, to Daniel. Daniel was whisked away almost im

e me, clutching a glass of champagne that was shoved into my hand. I watched Daniel ac

e broke through my haze. Hi

lied. "Are yo

h! Everyone's so fancy here. I've

ling his hair. "I'm gl

he looked up at me.

tongue. What could I possibly say? "I'm just

r. "I think you should dance," he said brightly,

ve anyone to

nn

iel s

His expression was unreadable. "I have a flight t

used. "Now? You'

said, already turning away. "Th

to keep the frustration from m

glanced back at me. Without

knew not to expect love, I didn't, but I'd hoped for companionship at least.

my hand. "Where

my voice barely audible. "

*

ly heard him. My mind was miles away, thinking of Daniel-of the coldness in his voice, the indiffe

décor that seemed more like a prison than a retreat. This w

uld see the hotel's parking lot, where a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance. The door opened, and I saw Daniel step out, his suit jacket slung o

an

wasn't

nto the hotel together, disappearing through the doors as though I didn't exist. The breath c

ant feeling of being out of place-came crashing down all at once. I clutched the railing, trying to steady