I have learned how to be a lady. It’s just so dull I can’t stick with it.

What does it say about me that my dearest friend is a cat?” I whisper as I begin to drift. “It says you have the very best taste in companions.

And you’re right – I don’t want nice. I want sparks and fire. I want a romance novel. A Jane Austen movie. A fairy tale.

Tell me, what’s the difference between tracking a wild beast and securing a husband?

Beauty fades, hair turns gray. Some people are lost before their time. But in the end, we don’t remember them for how they looked. We remember how they made us feel.

Beauty fades, hair turns gray. Some people are lost before their time. But in the end, we don't remember them for how they looked. We remember how they made us feel.

We play and tease, but―darn it―he has not dragged me into the rain and kissed me senseless yet. And that's how it's supposed to happen. I know; I read romance novels.

Tell me, what's the difference between tracking a wild beast and securing a husband?

And you're right- I don't want nice. I want sparks and fire. I want a romance novel. A Jane Austen movie. A fairy tale.

And you're right―I don't want nice. I want sparks and fire. I want a romance novel. A Jane Austen movie. A fairy tale.