Arthur Finch was many things, but flexible wasn't one. When an idea took root in his head there was little anyone might do to convince him otherwise. And this idea — her soon to be marriage to a complete stranger — was one he'd been sitting on for years. If Melody hadn't been the one to see it to fruition Dorothy or Penny might have. One of the Finch girls were destined for a miserable life and Melody just so happened to have drawn the short straw.

She sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging under the pressing weight of the future. "No, I don't think so." If there was Melody certainly hadn't thought of it yet. Short of murdering him to send her into grieving she was long since out of options.