They will stop calling brides beautiful after today-you have simply set the standard too high,’ he said.
Living too much in one’s head can be dangerous.
Well, if you weren’t flirting with him”-his voice had now grown a little plaintive-“who was he, and what did you want with him anyway?”
“If you are so determined to bore me, I may just have to go home.” Astrid sighed carelessly, “What a shame, when I am wearing such a pretty dress.
It is a fact of big cities that one girl’s darkest how is always another’s moment of shining triumph, and New York is the biggest and cruelest city of them all.
So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.
THE LUXE IS . . .
Pretty girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn.
Irresistible boys with mischievous smiles and dangerous intentions.
White lies, dark secrets, and scandalous hookups.
This is Manhattan in 1899.
It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed-that final season of the era that roared.
A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.
Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn’t visible beneath her fitted bodice.
It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself-for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.