You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

I think looking forward will be better than looking back.

Esse quam videri," Celia says. "To be, rather than to seem.

...He is sure that the Bailey he is now is closer to the Bailey he is supposed to be than the Bailey he had been before

Secrets have power. And that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them. Writing them down is worse, because who can tell how many eyes might see them inscribed on paper, no matter how careful you might be with it. So it's really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.

Celia laughs and a curl of her hair falls across her cheek. Marco tentatively moves to brush it off her face, but before his fingers reach her, she pushes herself off the ledge, her silver gown a billowing cloud as she falls onto the pile of jewel-toned cushions.

But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.