Eleanor Barca does not consider herself strong-willed. She is simply rational. She has turned down seven suitors in her twenty years of life, most of them in the last three years (one of them when she was eight). None of these men had ever asked her about the scar on her face running just below her left eye. They were charming and they knew their classical literature, but none of them cared about what matters to her most.
Every morning before she wakes up from her slumber, Eleanor saves her mother again. They are dreams, but they feel so real that her scar burns anew each time. Her mother wakes her up with a damp cloth and a kiss on the cheek.
Eleanor has decided that until she finds a man who asks her about her scar, she will never consider marriage. She has time.