Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

The best people all have some kind of scar.

I felt the little beads of sweat pooling on my temple. Sit here and look nice...I could do that. But answer questions? I knew I wasn't going to win this little game; that wasn't the issue. I just really, really didn't want to look like a moron in front of the entire country.

If you don’t want me to be in love with you, you’re going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I’m having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you.

I had been so mad at him when I left, I'd given them back. All except for the one that stuck to the bottom of the jar. He smiled. "They're at home, waiting." "For what?" His eyes glittered. "That, I cannot say.

If this were a simpler matter, I'd have eliminated everyone else by now.

Despite the knowledge that her affections were unattainable, I couldn't help but be drawn to try.