Mail Order Bride: Jordyn Settles For Leftovers
Copyright 2014 Vanessa Carvo
“JORDYN, YOU ALWAYS get this way in the winter. You will come out of this once the sun hits the streets, you just wait and see.”
“No, I won’t. I hate all seasons here and I want to move to the prairies.”
“Now, you just settle yourself down and find yourself something to do, why don’t you go down town and buy you a new dress? That would make any woman get over the winter blues.”
JORDYN HAD MOVED to New York to live with an Aunt when her parents both died with the fever three years before. She’d been sent to live with her father’s sister when there was nowhere else to go and no one else to take her in.
At seventeen years old she should have been satisfied with all the fancy dresses a young woman could have and young gallant men on her arm. Jordyn was not your average young New York lady. While other young women her age were thrilled with lavish parties being thrown on every account possible, Jordyn’s dream was her late father’s dream.