Five years she’d lived and worked with Robert Stanley, and he still didn’t understand her. She couldn’t believe it. She was marrying him in two weeks, and she couldn’t believe that, either. Once it had seemed like a lifetime stretched ahead of her before she had to wed. She’d put it off, and put it off, then last spring her father had announced she was twenty-two and it was time to get on with it. He’d set a date, and that had been that. No matter that Robert thought his wife should stay upstairs and mend his clothes; no matter that he resented it when her designs sold faster and she received
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