"Your Aunt Phoebe is just a bit fierce, but she's actually a very good person." A smile spread across Verna Golding's plain, simple face, which was covered in dense freckles.
Back when she was a girl, she had earned the nickname 'Freckle Face.' Though it wasn't meant maliciously, once the name spread, most of the young men who came to propose marriage to Verna Golding were a sorry lot; few were of good character.
When Old Mrs. Xavier came to their home to propose the match, Verna Golding's parents were hesitant, but Verna herself accepted.
She had seen her husband, Storm Xavier, before. He was handsome and elegant, a man famous throughout the region for his good looks. If it weren't for his family's poor class background, a rich young master like him would have been completely out of her league. Rather than marry one of those dregs, Verna Golding would much rather marry Storm Xavier.
