Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father's home.

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

You don’t need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.

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.

Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

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 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.