It was unthinkable that Lydia should admit, even to herself, that she had fallen in love with her sister's fiance...

Aurora was beautiful, glamorous, exciting; Philip was everything a girl would want in a man. Then, on the eve of the wedding, Aurora disappeared.

In the frantic weeks that followed, Lydia and Philip were thrown together in their search for the missing girl. Soon it became evident that Philip had made a mistake -- that Lydia was the one he loved...

But did he really love her, she wondered. Or was he turning to her to ease his own heartbreak? Should she, as Aurora had always done, take what she wanted, and the devil take the hindmost?

She would have Philip then, and then she would have love -- but what about her strong sense of honor?