Micheal Ford.
One of the men that her father had her meet during The time that he was scouting out people that marry her.
Michael Ford was standing in front of her, and her house with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand and a smile on her scary face.
Instead of him, it could have been anyone. Her father, her brother or any other member of the family but it had to be him.
"Hello," Joyce greeted him politely. No one was standing with them. That could mean one thing, which was they were meant to be alone.
Her worst nightmare had come true.
"Miss Sullivan," He nodded back. "How have you been since her last visit?"
"Good." She answered. "And you? How has everything been with you and the business?"
Translation: I know of the business but I will never ask for details. Just like every other woman who was not involved directly, Joyce just asked if it was good or bad.
