"Father, I have spoken to Lord Blackthorne, and he has agreed to delay the marriage," Daisy said hesitantly.
Her father looked up from his desk, his brows furrowing. "Why would you do that?" he asked.
"It was going too fast," she replied.
"I thought you wanted it fast."
Daisy took a deep breath, knowing this was her fault, but that day she had been angry, hurt, and desperate.
"Besides, what would you do if you delayed it anyway?" he asked. "You will only give more room for him to change his mind. You have found yourself a wealthy man who doesn't require a dowry, and you are behaving like this."
Yes, she knew she looked and sounded crazy, and any other woman would not miss such an opportunity. But how was she supposed to explain? She wasn't even sure herself.
"Nothing will go wrong. Lord Blackthorne is a man of his word, and he agreed to delay it," she assured him.
