Just be quiet and accept the praise.

Milk?” Lady Bridgerton asked. “Thank you,” Gareth replied. “No sugar, if you please.” “Hyacinth takes hers with three,” Gregory said, reaching for a piece of shortbread. “Why,” Hyacinth ground out, “would he care?” “Well,” Gregory replied, taking a bite and chewing, “he is your special friend.

My mother is convinced that yellow is a happy color and that a happy girl would get a husband. -Penelope Featherington

Weakness never got anyone anywhere.

It wasn‟t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.

In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.

I knew nothing but love and devotion when I was growing up. Trust me, it makes everything easier.