She'd thought he would prefer her this way London engineer Ellis Galbraith had rejected Sorrel once, for her innocence. Now he was rejecting her for her brittle, worldly sophistication. Why couldn't he realize it was all just an act, and the real Sorrel, the girl he remembered with such unexpected tenderness, was still waiting for him, loving him as much as ever, but afraid to tell him the truth?
How do you feel?