Marriage?
The idea didn't comfort Emma at all. In fact, it made her feel even more downhearted.
She'd always dreamed of love. When she was a little girl, her mother would tell her fairy tales, and Emma envied the princesses who got to marry their princes, the ones who truly saw them for who they were. Emma longed to meet her own prince, just like the ones in those stories.
She imagined marrying someone who liked her as much as she liked him, not like this, being pushed into marriage with a total stranger. Even if he were the richest man on earth, to her, he was just some guy she didn't know.
Seemingly picking up on her mood, William asked, "You really don't want to?"
"Mr. Howard, every girl dreams of being a princess and marrying a prince. But I understand that this might be the best
