Prologue

I had no clue where my daughter had run off to. Running a hand wearily across my face, I scanned the ever-growing crowd, searching desperately for her. Why I had thought it would be okay to bring her with me, I don't remember.

Slipping in and out of the throngs of people, my eyes darted frantically, looking for my baby girl. She was only five and she was my life.

Throughout my search I didn't spot anyone her age who had lightly tanned skin, a head full of dark, silky curls, and an infectious smile that lit up her bottomless brown eyes.

When I heard a collective gasp from the crowd and then a bunch of women making loving and adoring sounds, I briefly wondered if they were fawning all over her. I shoved my way to the front of the crowd and stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw.

There was Prince Edward. Holding my little girl.