Joanne wanted to put herself out there—to let Jonathan know she was interested. She was tired of everyone assuming she wasn't compatible with him, tired of the whispers that she didn't truly love him.
How could she love him without knowing him first?
She wasn't someone who fell in love at first sight. It took time, familiarity. She was only fourteen when she fell for Liam, and she had known him practically forever.
She wanted that with Jonathan.
Maybe she wasn't attracted to him yet, but love wasn't just about attraction. Once she got to know him better, she believed the feelings would follow. That was her theory, anyway. And she was determined to put it into practice.
That ring—the ring—wasn't out of reach. If Jonathan was convinced she was the one, he wouldn't wait long to propose.
Joanne took a deep breath, steeling herself. This is war.