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.

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.

Among her other talents were forgetting what she did not like and ignoring what she preferred not to see.

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.

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

It is well known that a man, when wooing a lady to be his wife, must first win over the females she most confides in—her friends, of course, and her sister, if she has one.

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