Chapter 7 Miami

• JOANNE
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• I let out another loud, overly dramatic sigh, staring at the ceiling like it held some magical answer to this pitiful, self-inflicted misery I had found myself in. Miami. I was the one who insisted on coming here, dreaming of a sun-soaked paradise with adventure, laughter, and maybe even a tiny hint of romance—even though I knew Mr. Thorne was the last person on earth to deliver that. Yet here we were on our so-called “honeymoon,” which I had practically dragged him into, and all he was interested in was making tea.