Chapter 37

• Every woman I met was compared to Madison and none of them got close. Well, one did, Leona. I had met her at one of our celebratory parties two years earlier, but I had realized too late that she was a puck bunny, only interested in my name and going out in public so she could have the association.
• She hadn’t loved me; I wasn’t even sure if she liked me, and I had found out in a brutal way. It all made so much more sense because I hadn’t touched her sexually, but she kept coming back and I thought she just liked my company.
• She thought I was asleep, and I overheard a conversation with her mother where she told her in detail how much I was worth and that she’d have me proposing to her very soon. She went on to say that once she was a Hawthorne, she’d have access to my money, and the doors my name would open would set her up for life.