Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.
I do interviews and signings and readings and all of these people just hang off my every word. And then I go home and have dinner with my family and nobody lets me get a word in.
God help anyone who messes with the Virals!
I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.
I've never lost my capacity to be shocked.
I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side.” Three wide smiles. “Oh shut up.