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Despite the extra time she’d taken to prepare, Gwen felt horribly self-conscious sitting at the prestigious Captain’s Table. For her, any foray into ‘high society’ was nerve-racking. Outwardly she sparkled; her couture and conversation were flawless. She would never allow anything less, because doing so would shame Winston. And she owed him far too much to ever risk disappointing him.
But inside, where no one could see, she quaked.
She was a simple farm girl at heart. This was Winston’s world. She endured each terrifying encounter out of love and gratitude for him, but she would never feel entirely comfortable in such opulent surroundings.
It was easier when he was there, smiling from across the room or laying a supportive hand on her shoulder. But now weakness confined him to a whee
