As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

Interesting" people were her favorite hobby. She collected them: the type who did gay things late at night and smoked cigarettes in mixed company, those would have most scandalized her own mother.

A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

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

Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.