Eventually, Delaney pulled herself up from the floor. She didn't call for Ivy, not up to dealing with the maid. Instead, she managed to work her way out of her dress herself and then pulled the clips from her hair. Outside, rain pelted the windows, thunder and lightning crashed in the sky.
Exhausted, she crawled into bed and curled up, a tear or two still occasionally making their way down her cheeks. Her mind still churned through everything that had happened but eventually, her tiredness won out and she fell asleep.
Delaney had not had many dream-filled nights since her wedding but as she slept during the storm, her mind swirled with images of Vincent.
She saw him again in the hospital bed writhing in pain, angry, and yelling at her. He was in the darkness behind her club, heart breaking as she told him she didn't want to marry him. They were shouting at each other before she slapped him and ran.
