Nothing like trapping the gentlemen where they couldn't get away.

Of course none of those men was suitable. Half were after your fortune, and as for the other half—well, you would have reduced them to tears within a month.” “Such tenderness for your youngest child,” Hyacinth muttered. “It quite undoes me.

There was a huge difference between dislike and disregard.

There are moments in a woman's life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems uncommonly pink and perfect, when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.

Men are sheep. Where one goes, the rest will soon follow. -Lady Whistledown

Oh, very well, do you want to know why I really think you should keep a journal?" She nodded. "Because someday you're going to grow into yourself, and you will be as beautiful as you already are smart.

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.