You donโt need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.
Anna GodbersenHenry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.
Anna GodbersenThat 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.
Anna GodbersenHenry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.
Anna Godbersen