I never wanted to be married. Father had met my future husband on a business trip. He told me that we would make a ravishing couple when he returned home, to England; what he hadn't mentioned was that he had already planned our engagement. My father - who was strong-willed and determined to have a grandson run his business one day, since a woman most certainly couldn't do it - laughed at my objections to marry. "Emily, my dear," he would say. "I'm your father. If I don't know what's best for you, who does? You'll be happy with Marcus!" I didn't want to argue with my father, considering it would be quite unladylike of me to do so, but something about the arrangement just didn't sit right with me. When I first saw my fianc