Henry 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 GodbersenAmong her other talents were forgetting what she did not like and ignoring what she preferred not to see.
Anna GodbersenYou donโt need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.
Anna GodbersenThe first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.
Anna Godbersen