A Cruel Toast

Marcy's POV

I wait in the dim, cold carriage, the silence stretching on while my foolish heart hammers a steady rhythm against my ribs. Torin never returns. Swallowing the bitter lump of pride lodged in my throat, I grip the intricate wooden frame of the door and stumble clumsily out onto the cobblestones unassisted. My feet tangle in the endless layers of my heavy silk skirts. I pitch forward, b