America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning.
I hit your thigh!” “Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh.
You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.
I'd spare your tears for the rest of your life if I could.
That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.
- Just that. Your family must be very different from mine. - I’d say so. - I laughed. - For one, no one wears their tiaras to breakfast. - Maxon smiled. - More of a dinner thing at the Singer house?” - “Of course.