“Father didn’t even ask if you wanted to marry Señor Ramírez. He didn’t even make the man court you before he proposed because Señor Ramírez had courted Father instead.” She threw her hands into the air. “That makes no sense. You are the one who will have to live with him. Share a bed with him. Bear his children. And he wasn’t even expected to get to know you aside from your name. Your surname.”
