On the morning of Jenna and Alaric's wedding, I wasn't thinking of anything Damon-related. I didn't have time for a start; I had to be up for nine o' clock and then sit still for hours while someone fussed over my hair, make-up and nails. I was on my way out of the salon (Jenna was STILL in there), when my phone rang. I assumed it would be Stefan - he had agreed to be my escort. But it wasn't Stefan. It was...
"Damon?" I was so surprised, I narrowly missed walking into a lamp post. He was the last person I expected to hear from.
"Do you want the bad news, or the really bad news?" he asked...
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