But you never said anything! Not one frigging word, Lara Jean!”Automatically I say, “Don’t say ‘frig.’ ”“Not one frigging word,” Kitty repeats with a shake of her head.Peter cracks up, and I give him a dirty look. “It all happened really fast,” he offers. “There was barely time to tell anybody—”“Was I talking to you?” Kitty snaps. “No, I don’t think so. I was talking to my sister.”Peter’s eyes widen, and I can see him trying to keep a straight face.

I pat her on the head. "Oh, naive little Kitten. Dear, foolish girl. This cookie is worth all this and more. Sit or you will not partake.

When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.

The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?

I am wearing an old yellow sundress of Celia's, and I have tied my hair back with green ribbon. I think I look real nice. And all they see is the cake.

Podría ser un gallardo soldado de la Primera Guerra Mundial, lo suficientemente guapo para que una chica esperara años por su regreso de la guerra, tan atractivo que ella podría esperar por siempre.