I would be the best of us, the highest of the lows.
Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.
The picture of me just after I’d found out Aspen was saving up to marry me. I looked radiant, hopeful, beautiful. I looked like I was in love. And some idiot thought that love was for Prince Maxon.
Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?
It's always the fear of looking stupid that stops you from being awesome.
It's just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America. It's how the world was designed to be.