No Longer Yours to Train

Summary

My fiancé’s childhood best friend, Mallory, wore her brand of modern independence like a halo—and a weapon.

She never missed an opportunity to preach that a woman should never be an ornamental ivy clinging to a man. In fact, she spent months nudging Russell to "condition" me into true self-sufficiency before he ever committed to taking me down the aisle.

Yet when Mallory insisted on cooking dinner while running a low-grade fever and set her kitchen stove on fire, it was Russell she called in a panic to ask where she should buy replacement pans.