Michael felt something tearing in his chest. His heart, probably, but he was growing so used to the feeling it was a wonder he still noticed it.
One needs a certain base of knowledge before one can ask sensible questions.
It was not that he’d changed her; all of the seeds were already there. But with him, she grew.
Billie tried not to think of George. But she wasn’t successful. Like it or not, he was her who.
But the duchess, God bless her, knew her role in life, and after a six-month recuperative period, she opened the connecting door between their bedrooms, and the duke once again commenced his quest for a son. Five.
Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?
Is it possible to be so happy for one person and at the same time be so sad for oneself? “Only the most generous in spirit can manage it. The rest of us don’t know how to be happy for another when our own dreams have gone astray.
Oh, go ahead and giggle,” Lady Danbury sighed. “I’ve found that the only way to avoid parental frustration is to view him as a source of amusement.
At the end of the day, he was going to find himself either dead or married, and he wasn’t quite prepared to let the Bridgerton brothers take the matter to a vote. And.
It’s just that when you agree to be mother to a child you haven’t borne, your responsibility is twice as great. You must work even harder to ensure that child’s happiness and welfare.
She didn’t want to be commended for knowing how to settle for second-best. That was like winning a prize for the prettiest shoes in a footrace. Irrelevant and not the point.
He took her hand and squeezed. “Do I look a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered. And he was very glad for that.
And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.
How many great mysteries are there in life, really?” No one answered, so Colin guessed, “Forty-two?” She.
His life as he knew it was over.
But as they settled into their seats in the inn’s busy dining room, he looked at her across the table and it wasn’t her beauty he saw. It was her heart. And her soul. And he had a sinking feeling that his life was never going to be the same.
The waltz allowed him to get just close enough to her to detect that maddening scent of lemons, and he inhaled it as if it would save his life.
Why waste romance on a love that would never be returned?
Oh, bloody hell,” Anthony swore... “She’s got the Mallet of Death.
Well, you know what they say about motherhood,” Penelope said. “ ‘They’?” Daphne murmured. Penelope paused just long enough to shoot her a wry grin. “The years fly by, and the days are endless.