Justine wanted to make a gift of Anna. She thought she was so young, so fresh, so perfect, so quaint that she thought Adam should gobble her all up like a pumpkin pie at Christmas. Justine wanted Adam to move past her own flesh, to remember but not retain his hold on her heart, so for him to strike up a romance with Anna would be just the thing to please all parties involved. Justine thought the time to do it was the upcoming dance. She knew Adam didn’t want to go, having grown up in stuffy parlors and not in the backseat of cars like she did, but she knew she had to try. For her own peace. So that she could fall in love with her husband properly. To exorcise Adam from her head. So she made a plan. A Pygmalion kind of plan that involved a dress, smudgy mascara, crimson lipstick, perfume.