“Beauty is in the eye of its beholder,” Phoebe Larsen said.

“Say what you want!” Cheryl Coney chuckled and said. She had already made up her mind. Even if she had to be in a polygamous marriage, she’d have nothing against it. She wouldn’t change her mind no matter how hard Phoebe tried to persuade her. “What about you? You’re not exactly young anymore, and you’re the magistrate’s daughter. Aren’t your parents urging you to get married?” Cheryl asked.

“I’m doing just fine!” Phoebe exclaimed.

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