Amelia’s POV
I changed, fixed my hair, and put on my makeup. Then, as I waited for the event to begin, I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the floor. Focusing on my breathing, I tried to center myself and prepare for the night ahead of me.
Since I didn’t have a choice with Ian, maybe what I needed to do was to see if I could slowly help him change his mind. If he could come to understand my way of thinking, maybe we could build a marriage that would work.
It wouldn’t be a marriage of passion or love, but one of understanding could be good enough. I could make that work, for the sake of my family and any children we might have. And if I was allowed to chase my dreams of becoming a pediatrician, then I could find fulfillment in life as well.
Love wasn’t the end all, be all of happ
