JOANNE
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I let out another loud, overly dramatic sigh, staring at the ceiling like it held some magical answer to this pitiful, self-inflicted misery I had found myself in. Miami. I was the one who insisted on coming here, dreaming of a sun-soaked paradise with adventure, laughter, and maybe even a tiny hint of romance—even though I knew Mr. Thorne was the last person on earth to deliver that. Yet here we were on our so-called “honeymoon,” which I had practically dragged him into, and all he was interested in was making tea.
I tilted my head just enough to peek over at him, watching as he measured out loose leaf tea, then poured hot water over it like he was calculating the square root of something with life-or-death stakes. He didn't even glance my way. I could’ve been a cactus in the
