“He treats me well,” I replied.

“Shouldn’t that be enough?”

The truth was, I could think of little besides Arthur’s magnificent family mansion.

It was supposedly being renovated, but he promised that once we were married, I would live there with him.

I imagined sweeping staircases, enormous bedrooms, elegant dinners, and a life where I would never have to worry about money again.

I pictured my mornings on a terrace overlooking manicured gardens.

My afternoons in expensive boutiques.

My evenings attending dinners where everyone knew my name because I was Mrs.

Arthur Vance.

I had no interest in returning to an ordinary office.