She tingled as she remembered the awareness of Matthew’s gaze on her when she’d walked into the church service with the other maidels. She hadn’t dared to look at him, knowing she’d blush. Instead, she’d shyly dipped her head and focused her gaze on the ground. Throughout the service, she’d struggled to keep her attention on the messages by the different preachers. It’d been so long since she’d listened to High German that her mind wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, her thoughts had wandered over to the opposite side of the barn, where Matthew sat with the other unmarried men, next to his friend Jacob. Matthew had caught her eye once and winked at her, and she’d daydreamed the rest of the time, imagining what their future together might be like. Now, she yanked her mind back to the present, just in time to keep the platter of sliced ham from slipping off of the table and onto the floor. “Want to help me with the desserts?” Becky came up beside her, carrying her boppli.
