JOAN’S POV I had spent the last few days sewing in my sewing room. My mind was focused only on the fabrics and my designs. I had never felt happier. I was sewing again! I was actually sewing again. And this time, I had everything I ever needed and even more. Designing again was a breath of fresh air for me. It was the one place where I felt in control. But that morning, as I adjusted a piece of fabric, Emily entered the room with a smile. "Joan," she said "Sir Derrick has called for you." I froze, the needle halting mid-stitch. Derrick? It had been days since I last saw him. I hadn’t seen him since the engagement. Irene told me he had gone on a business trip. "Really?" I blinked, trying to hide the excitement I felt. "I—of course. I’ll go right away." Emily smiled at me, and I cou

