Her vedder had known about Isaac's intention to marry her and accepted without informing Faith, a fact from which she was still reeling. And to announce the marriage in church as if I had any idea. "We will be married after final harvest," Isaac told her excitedly and not for the first time, Faith realized he was speaking around her and not to her. How many times had she wanted to end the almost farcical notion that she was ready to marry him? But as a good Amish girl, she held her tongue and watched the events unfold as if she was not party to anything going on around her. Is it that I do not want to marry Isaac or anyone at all? Faith wondered, again pressing the glass to her rosebud mouth. Truly, Faith had assumed she would wed as most women who came of age did in the district but perhaps she hadn't expected to grow up as fast as she had. Or maybe it was simply the fact that Isaac Bontrager seemed to have been thrust into her life without much warning. Will she go through with the marriage? Or will she follow her heart?