The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

But I wanted to tell you before I left how completely abjectly sorry I am for all the pain I have caused you and that if I die you were the one true love of my life. By the time you read this I will be gone but please know I am still always at your side.... Yours forever Henery William Schoonmaker

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's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The girls of 1929.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.