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Joanna felt the weight of the engagement ring on her finger, but it was not unwelcome. Rather, it was comforting to feel the press of the gold circlet beside her wedding band. She could not believe he had given her a ring that had belonged to his mother. Joy bubbled up inside her as she considered what it meant. He could try to stay distant, but she saw the heat and the longing in his eyes. It wasn’t simply physical for him—at least, she sensed it wasn’t. She had to have faith that she could win his heart, help him realize that he wasn’t like his father.
We will have a happy marriage, a happy life. I refuse to believe anything else.
They entered the dining room, and she gasped. It was stunning. Red satin wallpaper covered the top of the room, and the bottom half was dark with oak pan
