David glanced at Ella, a trace of curiosity in his eyes. “Why are you so interested in Mrs. Wade?”
Ella’s thoughts drifted back to the portrait of Joanna she had seen in Moss’s study. She couldn’t quite explain it, but something about that woman drew her in. She wanted to meet her, to see what kind of person she really was.
With a small, playful smile, Ella said, “Mrs. Wade is kind of a legend, isn’t she? I just want to see her for myself.”
Mrs. Harmon nodded in agreement. “That sounds like a great idea. Let’s all go to the Golden Spoon and meet her.”
Just then, Lola piped up, her voice bright and eager. “Mommy, let’s paint together!”
Ella’s expression softened. “Of course,” she said, reaching for Lola’s hand. “Come on, let’s go paint.”
Ella led Lola off to the art room, their laughter echoing down the hallway.
David waited until they were gone before moving closer to his mother, dropping his voice so only she could hear. “Mom, I’m not marrying Jessa. After what she did, there’s no way you still want me to go through with it, right?”
Mrs. Harmon’s face clouded with disappointment. “I never imagined Jessa would do something like that. I’m truly disappointed in her. But your engagement was arranged by me and Joanna. If you want to call it off, we’ll need to talk to Joanna first.”
She still couldn’t wrap her head around how her best friend’s daughter could turn out this way. Even so, she and Joanna had been close for years, and now that Joanna had finally come back, any decisions about the engagement would have to be made together, face to face.
David looked across the room, watching Ella and Lola as they painted together. “Mom, I only want to marry Ella. She healed your legs. Doesn’t that make her something of a lifesaver to you? Please tell me you’re not going to make things hard for her anymore.”
Mrs. Harmon gave him a gentle look. “You silly boy. When have I ever made things hard for Ella? As a woman, I appreciate her talent and her character. We just see things differently. From where I stand, I have my own responsibilities to consider.”
David nodded. He knew his mother well. She was smart and fair. People’s choices always depended on their own perspective.

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