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.

She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.

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

Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.